Charlotte's Super Opinion

Hi there, Charlotte here!!

I cannot take any blame for Lizzy's date last night. Well, yes, she did go out with my brother, who I will, for now, identify as "John the Jerk" and rightly so. And yes, I did stupidly start that ball rolling when I brought him to the photoshoot this past Monday. Okay, my bad. But that's it. The extent of my guilt in this slight miscalculation has hereby been confessed. And neither I or my current cutie Prepster were on-site to witness the date debacle that occurred Sunday night.  Ah, but somebody, or rather somebody's self appointed guardian angel, was miraculously there, thank goodness. And I have to believe that his action will work very well in the grand scheme. Let Lizzy tell that story.

I just need to preface the rest of this tirade with what happened on this side, prior to Lizzy's mistaken plan to revisit her first love. See, right there, first mistake: can't be done! But I got a small taste of the arrogance my DB has acquired these past few years when I introduced him to my latest lover and fun friend. Now you should know that while Lizzy has been struggling to make all the right moves to honestly meet a nice guy, you may have noticed that I, Charlotte, unwittingly stepped into a great puddle of Preppy -so far, sooo good- without even looking where I was going.  I guess sometimes it really does happen without all the drama.  

Back to the point: when John the Jerk met Preppy, just before his date with Liz, I could almost see the tinge of green and thought I might have to get the building super up to my place to referee.  Fortunately, Preppy felt no such need to compete, but John just dissed my new guy like he expected him to become yesterday's news tomorrow.  Well, just goes to show how little dear Bro hasn't changed while the rest of the human race has continued to evolve.  He can't see me any differently than he did when we were in high school, and I'm afraid his vision is just as arrested when it comes to Lizzy.

He took her to a hockey game. A frickin Hockey Game! He shot a huge wad of his precious earnings to buy front row seats for himself, and oh yeah, he bought one for Lizzy.  And even though I wasn't there, I know how incredibly fine the girl looked that night because I had (sort of) designed her look. She was dressed for dinner and a show and he offered hockey and a dog.  She should have bolted immediately, but we all know 'long lost loves' are hard to shake.  Well, there's a reason they get lost, and that's what she should have told him: Get Lost!  But she didn't and even though the night didn't last beyond the game and the ride home, the foolish girl had invited him as her escort to the Foundation's Gala.  I know she was thinking it was for the publicity, but I also know that she was afraid she'd end up going solo.  This has disaster written in the margins and all over the page!  And, of course, the jerk jumped at the chance to go.  Foolish girl. Arrogant man.

So now that I've vented, I ask: Isn't this some excuse for disparaging my own brother, though I did hesitate to do it? But I have other reasons, I'm sure you all can guess. Even if he had not been so damn condescending about my career in comparison to his own, how can I possibly ignore the way he neglects to give Lizzy credit for the accomplishments she has achieved and the fabulous woman she has become? She is my best friend and, though John is my brother, Lizzy has been like a sister to me. If he messes up her chance for real happiness, I don't believe I could ever forgive him.

Well, we've just got to hear from The Hives & Cyndi Lauper on this one.  She has the perfect Christmas song.  "Christmas Duel" Oh, its so appropriate in so many ways.  LOL
Song on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My5Bzf0PQhc