Dear Lara Croft
It's me, Crude.
I've heard that it might be possible to win a date with you. I'm skeptical of how fun that would be for me, as I'm neither death defying nor into the occult. Frankly, I find your knowledge of local customs and peoples fascinatingly at odds with how you kill everyone on every trip you take.
Also, I absolutely do not approve of how you constantly take all of those artifacts back to England while acting like somehow you did the locals a favor. I'm juxtaposed in my ideals towards stealing their art and culture, but I love museums full of art and culture. You see, Lara, I'm LAYERED... both intellectually and with fur.
But I guess, if pressed, forced even, into taking you out somewhere....
I would make sure we were not followed, because I hate having my picture taken, and you have a lot of stalkers. I hope you like mountain climbing and nature photography, because I need someone to help carry my camera gear while I hunt the elusive Pika's of the Rocky Mountains. They're cute, and I like to feed them cheese.
For dinner, we would eat tree nuts and wild shrubbery, and anything else we can scrounge. Perhaps a deer has died nearby and we could enjoy a steak... rare, very rare. I might even show you how to survive off of squirrel middens and moss, but only if I think you're worth keeping through the winter.
Afterwards, you might enjoy a swim in one of the fascinating blue glacier kettle lakes of the region I currently abide. The waters a bit cold, but I think it feels good if you've sufficiently pasted yourself in animal fats.
Here's hoping you like neck beards.
With regards,
Mr Sasquatch.