I had a wonderful idea today. Cheyenne told me that Fred Coury was marrying his girlfriend of several years, Amy Motta, this afternoon. I thought about Tom in a tuxedo the instant i heard the news. Then i thought about young Freddie. Which, got me thinking of this marvelous idea.

Cheyenne and I have agreed that Fred and I were a couple for three months, before I met Tom. We don't really have a solid idea as to why we broke up.

Anyway, my idea was that Fred, being only eighteen at the time, proposed to me at the end of our three months together. The way i have always pictured Fred in my mind is that he is the typical young man. Cute, naieve, and love struck. He is eighteen, barely a virgin, and wants to get married because he is so "in love" with me. I thought it was a fairly cute idea because I see Fred in that way. Cheyenne, on the other hand, didn't think very well of my idea. So the only way i can express this idea is in my blog. You probably won't see it right away because i want to get this right.

Of course, i will be declining Fred's proposal and unfortunately break his heart a few days later when i break up with him. I sound like a bitch, i know. But in real life, there would be no way i could break up with Freddie. Or Tom.



One of my favorite pictures of Freddie