March 7th, 1992

Dear friend,

So it turns out that the gold pants do something for women, as well as queer men like myself. That's what I put this bizarre situation down to at any rate. So after Charlie's debut in the Punk Rocky Horror Mary Elizabeth asked him on a date. I imagine Charlie was like a dear in headlights and just said yes for fear of Mary Elizabeth trampling over his sensitive nature. So they ended up going on a date to the Sadie Hawkins Dance, where Charlie spent the whole night pining for Sam, Sam spent the whole night pining for Craig (who refused to go with her, like an arse) Mary Elizabeth spent the night draping herself over Charlie and I spent the night pining over Brad who was getting his face suked off by Natalie. I'm convinced the only person who actually had a good time was Natalie, and possibly the teachers.

Ever since this awful display of human confusion, Mary Elizabeth has had Charlie in a chokehold, dragging him through her everyday dilemmas and parading him as her boyfriend for all the world. Charlie, to give him his due, is trying desperately to stay above water in what, for him, is a very new situation. He smiles, he nods, he keeps his arm placed firmly around her at all times. The only problem is that I, and I'm pretty sure everyone we know, knows that this is a train wreck just waiting to derail. I mean, honestly. Sensitive, sweet Charlie and the angriest Buddhist to walk the earth? No. This is not true love.

I've been in this group circle long enough to know when girls have a plan hatched, and I have this awful feeling its about Mary Elizabeth's deflowering of Charlie. They've been whispering in the corner of the cafeteria for over half hour and not one of them has cried (which would mean its about a break up) so that leaves sex. Its weird because when Sam was giving Charlie all this advice about sex and how to treat a lady at our house she was warm and honest and smiling, but now that she's over in the corner with Mary Elizabeth she has the look of death about her. It's like she's imagining stabbing Mary Elizabeth in between the eyes over and over again.

Maybe I'm wrong, but it's uncannily similar to the way I look at Natalie when she's making out with Brad.

Love always

Patrick