Dear Rochelle,

I believe this will be a full blown letter, and hopefully its appeal won’t go only as far as its novelty. (“Novelty” you used that word a lot, and so have I ever since. You’re such a trend setter, lame-o)

Anywho, in regards to my current facebook status update, I am now coupled again – this time – with a very pleasant girl named Rejoy. I think I’m subconsciously debating over whether or not providing a link is necessary because I’m sure you’ll do some snooping, but we’ll see. Continuing, I guess I should start with a brief description. In this case, she’s extremely talkative, very opinionated, and at times difficult to keep up with. She’s an artist of the sketching nature, so her abstract thoughts are usually translated into speech which you could imagine for me is hard to wrap my mathematically trained mind around. For this very attribute though, I’ve come to like her very much. She’s challenging, but in a very beautifully optimistic way.

I met her through a friend. He’d invited her to his house where there were 3 other boys present – all of whom were very interested. I, on the other hand, was simply enamored by her aesthetics. In other words, the girl was hot, but I assure you, at the time, I wasn’t in any haste to build a relationship! Actually, I was preoccupied with the single life, clubbing, hooking up, the whole “shebang” (no pun intended because I didn’t do that! Well, maybe once, but that’s a different story. And that story’s theme would be considered “mistake”.)  During the small gathering, alcohol was more or less the catalyst to our conversation and to our trading of phone numbers of which I utilized all too well with my constant texts and phone calls to hang out.

Our commonality, to my favorite surprise, was music! She played the guitar and the violin, aspired to learn the harmonica, and I – well, you know me enough to procure a decent assumption. I’ve always loved music, but more than that, I loved to play it, so as soon as we found this out about each other, we quickly set little play dates which later on would be the foundation to further hangout sessions.

A month of hanging out continued. There were late nights, plunging into the depths of the starry night, staring into its abyss, talking about everything that’s nothing for hours, and it was here that I started to grow feelings for her. She lit my interest. I sparked hers as well, I think, but don’t quote me on that. (haha)

Shortly after this frightening realization, I asked her out on a date. This was not very successful. One night, after a party at my house, I drove her home, knowing not my agenda or intention, but as I parked my car I felt a surge of anxiousness.
“Bye!”
“Later!.. .. … OH! Uhh… would you… like to.. uhh………. Nevermind! Later!”

And yes, you’re right. It WAS embarrassing, and I DID mentally barrage myself with “stupid stupid stupid!” But she was gorgeous, and I was just a boy with a crush, so I drove off. However, at some cross section of her street, I parked my car, picked up  my phone, and dialed her number. My heart raced as it would for anyone in this state of unguarded.
“Would you like to go on a date sometime?”

To make this tragic part of the story short, she denied me. In the most gentle way possible, she denied me of which I accepted with open arms because force is not my nature, but as the bruise of rejection subsided, we continued to talk every night until dawn, play music until our roommates’ ears bled, and laughed about everything that’s nothing. During these days/nights, I had continued my attempts to date her - many of which were met with the same disheartening, distinct answer: no.

One morning though, after a night of sharing music on our iPods, there held a long sustained silence between us as we sat on her couch. Rapture. Brimstone and fire. Lightning. These are some of the visualizations that would describe my state of mind before – before – before I threw my face into her cheek to kiss her. And here – at this pleasantly uncomfortable moment in our relationship – did we begin.

I do hope you get to meet her soon, Rochelle. She’s a great girl, and I think you two would hit it off! If not… it’s cool, I guess. =\ (haha) Give my best regards to Floyd, and of course, I have always a wish or two for blessings onto you, my dear Rochelle.

Love always,
Fat Franny

p.s. Do write back with any updates on your end! I’d love to hear from you in depth!