For lack of better place to do it, I wish to formally introduce myself to Invisible Friend as a potential Ken doll. Please, Invisible Friend, be my Barbie.
I know I have been harsh towards you on this site. I only wish I could be nearer to you, but for now, I bask in the radiance your name emanates through the glowing of my monitor. I have watched you, Invisible Friend (henceforth known as IF). I have watched you from afar and I cannot help but be drawn in my your multiple personalities over this textual internets medium. Each facet of your clicky self flicks a switch in my heart, and I can ignore the tingling in my left arm no longer.
There have been times when we have come into conflict, IF (henceforth known as What If). We have clashed over a myriad of topics. I am sorry for this; I got carried away in my frustration that my infatuation with you would not be realised. What If, we should look past our differences and see the real person behind the name over the internets. But not now, as I am sitting here in my underwear and a shirt that smells like stale sweat with stains. I think one is a gravy stain, but I can not be sure any longer, much like I can not be sure I'll live through the next five minutes if I do not tell you how I feel.
What If (henceforth known as If That), please do not discount this proposal as easily as you discounted intelligence in the gene pool. I don't care if you have the intellectual level of a braindead chipmunk. I don't care if your life revolvs around this site; I will be there...here...whatever, to aid you in a love that will last longer than any other e-relationship around. If That (henceforth known as IT Guy), give me your affections and I will show you a love that others can only dream about. Literally, as we will not know what eachother looks like. IT Guy (henceforth known as Nerdasaurus), know that while other's loves may wither and die, ours will last, having been forged in the fires of internets scruitiny.
Nerdasaurus, please take into account all I have said.
Believe my adorations,
Nate.