Pen pals
Since going bonkers and falling in love with Celine nearly two years ago, a whole host of events have occurred in my life that I can directly and indirectly attribute to the frenchy drama queen. One of the more pleasant surprises is a friendship I've developed with a woman who lives in France. She's my pen pal (shut up I'm not too old to have a pen pal).
I used to have a pen pal back in high school because of an unmentionable connection from my dark past. We wrote actual letters for two years and then just faded away. But one day in college, I got a wedding invitation from him and that broke my heart. Not that I wanted to marry him, but he symbolized a time that was gone for good and...
Yeah ok anyways, I write my Frenchy pal in French and she writes me in English and we laugh at each other's ability to mangle two similar languages. When we started, she said she was using a dictionary, but I think she's since lost it. For real, though, her mad English skillz endear her to me so much more. She is the cutest person I've ever communicated with.
It's not fair, really. I wish I could speak French badly (I do) and be thought of as endearing (I'm not)... But noooo, the French think we're idiots if we don't speak their language perfectly. Damn French and damn their cuteness.
P.S. She's not a Celine fan. I think I may have implied that above, but I'm un-plying it now. I normally don't mind misleading omissions and/or lies, but I don't think I ever want the wrath of a French woman on me.
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