From: Charlotte Norwich
To: Riley Amezcua
April 3rd, 2026
7:34 PM
Dear Riley,
Thanks for the laughs— you, ‘fucking tough’? When I close my eyes, I can still hear you scream from when you fell in a little bit of cold water. Forgive me for not thinking that you won’t be that hard to crack.
Sunday works. Talk to you soon.
CHARLOTTE
From: Riley Amezcua
To: Charlotte Norwich
April 8th, 2026
12:54 PM
Hey Charles,
It was really nice to talk to you live last Sunday. And you’re right, it’s weird how a little bit of distance can make things feel way more personal. I don’t mind it, though, because you keep proving me wrong thinking you had such a stick up your ass before. Kidding. Or am I?
I’ve been thinking about what you said, and it’s so fair to be intimidated by the idea of being physical with a woman. It would be weird if you weren’t. I was too. It’s scary to explore your sexuality as a teenager, but it might be even more scary at a later age. Thank you for sharing those worries with me. I so respect how difficult that is for you.
How about you just… get out there? Go for some drinks, find a woman who looks appealing to you, and find out what happens when you kiss her. The math’s pretty simple once you get there. Recoiling = bad. Wet panties = good. There are no rules. If you want to stop, you stop.
As promised, I’ve attached a list of movies for you to watch. No need to watch them all at once, but you’ll realize pretty soon what we mean by ‘stop burying the gays’. I’ve included some with happy endings too.
x Riley
P.S. If you do go out there, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
P.P.S. We should talk about Mexico soon.
P.P.P.S. You should start preparing for your midterms. I’ll quiz you next time.
From: Charlotte Norwich
To: Riley Amezcua
April 9th, 2026
8:21 PM
Riley,
If you address me like that one more time I’m personally moving up the date of Gabi and Lou’s wedding without telling you. This is my final warning.
Anyway, now that that’s settled: thank you for being so understanding. I know I must sound ridiculous to you sometimes, and I know you make a huge effort to put up with my bullshit. I’m ready for my midterms, let’s hear it!
Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do. I also wouldn’t do anything you WOULD do, because you can be a freaking pervert sometimes. Perv.
But yeah, I suppose I should put myself out there. I’ve been waiting for someone who promised she’d court me, but she seems like a bit of a coward now and is a couple of thousand miles away from here. So. I’ve signed up for a dating app. Here goes nothing.
