Facebook Friend #11

Dear Alicia Reeves,

Bonjour, comment allez-vous? ca va bien? aah... What can I say, we met freshman year in French class. We didn't know anyone and we became speaking partners. To both our benefit, we both sucked at French. Our teacher wore the tightest black shirt and legging that made me want to drop the class ASAP. I mean I don't want to be mean, but picture a 4'9'' white haired little angry French woman wearing the tightest black outfit that clearly defined her... can I say multiple rolls on her stomach? or is that just too mean? Anyways, we struggled through that class while also partying hard on the weekends. I think we always ran into each other at parties and tried to have a conversation in French but it usually failed miserably. I don't know if it was the fact that both of us were terrible at French or that I was just inebriated past the point of no return. Side note: There was a plus to me taking French other than I thought it would get me ladies. The entire class was full of very, very cute girls. Best "Super Hard" class I've ever taken. And I have to throw out a thank you to the girl that helped me pass the class. ( I wonder if I'm FB friends with her..)

Well taking a glance on your FB page, I see you enjoyed being in the middle of this blizzard that just came over our great state. I hope it didn't take you 30 minutes in the below-zero weather to dig out your car like it took me, but it may be otherwise looking at your status update. Aaah you and your boyfriend look lovely in your profile pic. Good luck with the relationship, as I know that it can get pretty complicated once one or both of you graduate college and try to start a career. I've noticed at this young age, some peoples' lives circle around their significant-other instead of leading their own life. Personally, I am happy being "that part" of their crazy-busy life, while concentrating on the path that is best for me... but that might explain why I am single and have always been dumped. Well maybe I'll catch you at the local restaurant that I always seem to run into you at. Until then...

Cheerio,

Alastar Swift

P.S. Have you ever thought of the term, dumped. I guess it just sounds funny to me. It has a really negative vibe when you say it. I always think, we'll I guess I'm free to do all the things I want to now... but, that's probably from being "dumped" all the time. (haha)