A Letter to Chuck Bass

Dear Chuck Bass,

Why do I love thee?

Is it your thick bountiful hair? Is it your purposefully slow drawl? The way you rake over your soon-to-be conquests with your indolently thick-lidded eyes? What is it? I don’t even think you’re truly handsome.

Your foppish wardrobe is colorful (read: purple) and well-fitting. It’s the anti-hipster. The anti-black when in NYC black is always the new black. You’re supposed to be in high school, yet you act mature beyond your years. You’re rich, tortured, and you and Blair will never get together for more than 60 minutes at a time. You’re so sexy, even your creepy uncle is sexy by proxy of being related to you.

The sneer of your mouth, the tilt of your head makes my mouth go dry. I truly cannot fathom why you are so attractive to me… and yet……..

Don’t think I don’t know that you’re a fictional character on a television network that may or may not still feature Girlfriends and Martin. Moesha? Oh yeah. In real life, Ed Westwick has a British accent and he’s a below average in height actor who is a spokesperson for sneakers on the side. Ed may have made out with Drew Barrymore. He lives in Chelsea. He is not Chuck Bass.

All these factors aside, I loyally watch Gossip Girl every Monday night, and soon thereafter pray to whoever will listen – DO ME, CHUCK BASS. Chuck Bass, you are the yin to my yang. I don’t want you to treat me right because that’s not what you do. I want you to respect me. Then… disrespect me.

LOVE,

CHRISTINE

P.S. GG returns March 16!! Cannot wait!

P.P.S. The answer to Chuck's question? Yes. Please.