Hope you are having a lovely day, Éadaoin,

(I’m trying hard to think of creative cute nicknames, but I’ve never been good at nicknames. Poppy Princess? West coast siren? Goofy goddess? ...See what I mean by I’m bad at it?)

You might have noticed sometimes that our dear mutual friend L sometimes says something somewhat cryptic when we publicly converse. Like saying that “femmes love your whimsy” or whatever, and it’s entirely my fault. Because sometimes I do ask the butches for advice. Advice on impressing you? Or making you laugh, or entertaining you, or making you blush.

Luckily, for the most part, I rely solely on my roguish looks and charm(joke), and it’s easy to talk to you. You are open about the things you love, enough to a point where I become invested and love just because you love it. Sort of like how laughter is contagious. (But I’m also aided by the fact you simply have exquisite taste and fantastic humor.) You are VERY convincing about how wonderful the things in the world are. You give nature new colors, and give me new feelings.

Note that with everything I say I’m fighting a very strong urge to act like a little clown and try to diffuse how ABSOLUTELY corny I am being.

Your silly little Jester,

Riley