I often meet girls in my day to day life, and I consider myself a bit of a Don Juan — though the French version, of course. There is little that I do not do in my quest to meet these women and to woo them. I would like to tell you briefly of my experience with one young blossom named Jessica.

She was a beauty, perhaps 21 or 22, and came to France as a student. She had not seen much of the world, it would seem, and was immediately interested in my offer to show her around Paris. We had a lovely night, and drank wine until the early morning hours. She told me about her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies, and more, all while we drank yet more of a truly lovely Chardonnay.

Then — well, it would behoove me little to tell you the details, since a true gentleman never kisses and tells, and if there is one thing that Rick Rolle is, it is certainly a gentleman — but, well, it is safe that say that we are no strangers to love, you and I.

Your story of love is beautiful, and while I personally have only known love and loss, you reminded me of something I wrote:

Smile, laugh, do a little dance, dance a little more, do a leap, hide yourself, spin wildly. Look all around you, the smiling faces, the laughing cheers, grit your teeth and keep going. Best not slow, best not stop, else it will all catch up with you and you’ll crash to a grinding halt—everyone will look at you, everyone will know your secret. Keep dancing. You do a spin, thinking not of someone, because there is no one to think about, and think instead whether or not this is all worth it, whether or not you will find someone who knows you, who knows the dance you do is of desperation, who knows the pain that you know as deeply as you do.

You turn, point your foot, balance for a second, trip lightly down the path with the others, gaily chattering, talking of this, of that, of nothing, of everything. You stay in step, keep going, keeping attention from focusing on you by focusing attention on those not in step. Only by focusing on those not in step can your own minute variations upon the theme being danced by all be ignored. You think back to the night when you’d told him that you couldn’t do it, that you weren’t ready for a serious relationship, and you remember his solemn expression as he uttered those fateful words: “A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of. You wouldn’t get this from any other guy.” If only you’d known how serious he was. If only you’d known what he would do.

Do a turn, a spin, a leap, and fall lightly to your feet, faster than light, lighter than air, not thinking, not doing anything but living at the moment, breathing, staying alive, doing the dance from desperation. Those around you twirl wildly, madly, flinging themselves in all directions, gracefully recovering, only to leap off again, jumping off ledges, hanging still in midair before slowly descending to the earth, only to regain balance and leap high into the air once more. You wish so desperately that you had hearkened to his words: “I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling — gotta make you understand.” Now it was too late. Dance madly, dance on, dance desperately, dance for life, dance to your death.

You know, I’ve been watching your posts for a while, Jezebel — and yours too, Escher, and you know what, I’ve been talking to Kerri about what you guys have been saying. It’s been hard on both of us, but inside we both know what’s been going on. We know the game and we’re gonna play it — we know that you guys claim this is all RP — but it’s hard on both of us seeing you two so obviously caring for each other. If you ask me how I’m feeling, it’s just going to make me laugh. Don’t tell me you’re too blind to see it.

i’ve been trapped so deep inside my own pain and loneliness this weekend that i hadn’t seen what’s been going on. jezebel, i can understand your anguish. you’re afraid that if you express who you really are, then people will hate you. but — i have to tell you how i’m feeling — so what? if you keep it all inside, you’ll just end up hating yourself. i’ve got to make you understand that even if you and escher do lez out, i’m never going to give you up as a friend.

Natalie Posted:

Jez — we’re never going to let you down or desert you. You’re one of us, no matter what.

exactly. you wouldn’t get this kind of commitment from any other guys.

sorry, gigs – we know the game and we’re gonna play it.

I just have to tell you guys how I’m feeling. Apparently you don’t understand, but I have to make you. I can’t concetrate on all this love when I have lost my EdgE, and I think it’s insensitive of you to be flaunting it in the faces of those who are in deep darkness right now. I’ll tell you this here and now, I am never going to say goodbye to Edge. I won’t let him down like that. I will keep leaving dead birds on his porch until he loves me. I won’t desert you, my Edge.

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