Dear Fauxhawk,
We met five years ago today at a little bar in Hell's Kitchen. You asked me an outrageous question with an impossible answer and we laughed and debated and puzzled over it all night long. Five years later, the question still provokes, inspires, confuses, and tickles us. It's become our talisman - part of the inititation into the mystery of our mutual adoration and devotion.
You are a good boy.* I'm so lucky to have someone in my life who makes great strawberry shortcake.
Love,
P.
*And still not smoking! HUZZAH!
