grrl from ipanema

Dear Ash,

I haven’t spoken to you in quite a while. I have seen you a few times running with the coven o’ ladies, but alas have not managed to catch your eye. I know this is probably my fault, I tend to look for the ground when it comes to social situations, and you always seem to be gone from the bar before I am woozy enough to make idle conversation.

When I met you in Paul’s class, you were nothing but sunshine to me. A smile from you pretty much did it for a good day. You have some freakish art chops, and even more so an eye for beauty that I have never really gotten down. I was so happy for you when you went over seas. One of the first things I gleamed from your personality is that you are one of those people who could really soak in history, and art and all that wonderful culture that Europe has to offer. Myself being far too daft to make the venture, I vicariously followed you on the journey through fb, and it made me all summery and whatnot inside.

I have only had a handful of chats with you on fb, and occasionally felt compelled to comment or like things you have posted. But for the most part, our FB relationship has been pretty sparse. I will not really mourn its loss, but if I do not somehow find myself talking to you in the real world again, I may look back on it as a poor decision.

In either case, you have a couple of avenues to contact me through, if you feel so inclined. Or even if you happen to see me, blurry-eyed in the bar, feel free to wave, I shall do my best not to look at the floor, and maybe if I am particularly feeling special, I will try to talk.

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt