Dear Rose, Hello again. It has been some time since our last correspondence and I am thrilled to report that I have turned out not to be a homosexual.
Sadly, this leads directly into my current predicament. You see, I am courting a very fine young lady, let us call her A., but I do not think she likes me very much. Besides that, I have heard whispers that a young man who is much more impressive than I am has his eyes on her. She has been present for me following my best friend's sudden disappearance and untimely demise, but I feel as though she is only doing so because her father likes me enough that he kidnapped me, which means that we now live together and that it would be horribly awkward if I were losing my head with grief the way that everyone apparently expects of me. How I grieve is none of their business really, but that is another discussion altogether. I digress.
So, I am courting A., but I have recently met this other girl, whom we shall call G. G. and I met under less-than-romantic circumstances -- her brother had been badly injured and I saved his life -- but she likes me quite well. She was my first kiss and, were it not for the fact that I could hardly risk sullying her chastity and reputation, I would gladly have taken her to bed. The fact that we did not sleep together was honestly not due to either of us not wishing to or being unable to do so; I simply would not want people calling her a scarlet woman and, increasingly, she has been preoccupying my thoughts, if you understand my meaning.
Is this natural, Rose? Moreover, when faced with the prospect of these two women, which one would be the better pick -- the one who doesn't like me, but who has a father who could kill me if he wished; or the one who, while she is not as socially acceptable as the other, finds my romantic gestures moving and is otherwise fond of me?
Many thanks, Left My Heart Somewhere Between Paris and Moscow.