I went crazy when I saw the way he looked at you..

True story: A group of a future president's love letters during his two-year courtship with his future wife, Patricia Ryan, was recently made public through the Richard Nixon Presidential Library and Museum. They supposedly reveal the sensitive side of a man known later for being grim and reviled by many.

We haven't seen the letters but can guess at some of the contents:

Dear Pat:

I loved our time together last night at the malt shop. It made me think so warmly of the future we could have together. I want to give you the best of everything.

And I hope you realize I was jesting when I said I would do anything to become president of these fine United States. You simply seemed like the type of gal who would admire an ambitious man, and I think I was just trying to impress you. But I now realize after our first embrace that I could easily impress you more if I just shave more closely before our next date, which I promise to do. Really.

My Dear Pat:

Every time I'm with you, my heart pounds harder, my eyes grow twice as large to take in the entirety of your beauty and I feel compelled to triple my intent to rid this country of the horrible stench of communism before it comes within 500 miles of touching and harming you.

When I hold your hand, as we did so wonderfully discreetly in the movie theater last Friday, it makes my brow perspire with the thought that some crummy Red could be the one doing that with you, if I somehow let down my guard. Rest assured that no Commie S.O.B. will be holding any of your hands so long as I am around.

Dearest, Dearest Pat:

Was that another [expletive deleted] man talking with you after church on Sunday? I could have gone [expletive deleted] crazy when I saw the way he was looking at you. I mean, [expletive deleted], Pat, I thought we were in agreement we had something [expletive deleted] meaningful here.

I know my salty language gets the best of me sometimes and has been an issue between us. You can trust me when I say I am working on that with every ounce of my strength, if that is what it takes to win you over once and for all. You are the best [expletive deleted] thing that has ever happened to me. Oh, [expletive deleted], there I go again. Sorry.

By Gary Rotstein / Pittsburgh Post-Gazette