I am very upset with you. Something about you is making my brain crazy enough to write a fan letter to you. a FAN LETTER. I have not wrote a fan letter since I was probably 10 and it was to Jonathan Taylor Thomas who made my insides feel like you’ve made me feel.  I am not the average fan. I don’t fancy calling you RPattz (Read it fast it looks like Bratz..so no), Spunk Ransom just sounds silly and your stage name, Bobby Dupea, I don’t even know I know how to pronounce Dupea. But I resort to calling you Rob “Gawd you make me melt” Pattinson. I will admit, I did not know who you were prior to Twilight (HE was Cedric Diggory!?!?!) It was almost like in High School when someone does something outrageous to get your attention and then you realize, oh shit, you’ve been there all my life.

I don’t know what it is about you, honestly I don’t. Maybe it’s because your 22? (and only 7 months older than me), or your vicously addicting voice, your unsureness in interviews, your laugh, your hair (see its not even at the top of the list!), or it could be that your absolutely gorgeous, in your own right. I am not one of these teeny boppers who yell your name to reminsice the sound you’d hear at the gates of hell, no I’ll scream on the inside thank you. I also don’t sit and write my name out “Thasanee Pattinson”, no, because I am getting MARRIED in March. I am not a twihard but I find my self googling you everyday. (NO that doesn’t constitute as stalking, I looked it up…) WHAT is it about you?!?! I’ve never met you, probably never will (did my stomach just drop?) and yet, here I am writing you a letter! Of course, I’ll write a more serious version of this, but the fact that I am even CONTEMPLATING THIS, well sheesh, I must be crazy. Oh and speaking of your VOICE, your SINGING, why does it make my heart skip a beat. Did you know I bribed my fiance into learning to play the guitar?….

ANYWAYS, So, what is the point of this letter you may ask? I am not sure, actually, maybe I’ll feel better later when I look at your picture..or not so “weird” when I listen to your songs (O HAI can you come to Flagstaff? To Sing? Under an Alias? that only I would know……) I do wish you the best of luck un your career and know you have a fan for LIFE now. What does this entail you ask? Well you get someone who will always watch your movies, past and present, someone who won’t scream at the mention of your name, someone who probably might shriek when they first meet you (Oh gawd, please let that be…) but won’t lose her cool and actually have a decent conversation with you (none of that OMG DO YOU REALLY SPARKLE? OMG SIGN MY PANTIES..), I won’t stalk you, (because I’m not that resourceful), I’ll respect your privacy (though I might be curious to see who you date…), I’ll only dream of being your American Best Friend (yeah I’ve got this weird thing going on where I’m looking for a British BFF….) and I’ll swoon silently but thoroughly. BTW, I saw trailers for Little Ashes and even though Salvador Dali is quite frightening, I do admit you are incredibly handsome still! (Omg, is that your bare BUTT I see? Frolicking with…Javier Beltran?…) You’ve got beautiful eyes BTW. Um..where was I? Crap. Distracted watching the Little Ashes trailer.

Your Beautiful……. (GET IT TOGETHER THAS)

So, I think this concludes my letter. I understand that this might only reach the eyes of some Agent or manager or whoever reads these silly letters, but at least it’s out there, and my hope that you’ll read this letter might continue in vain. But a gal to dream can’t she?

Kindest Regards,

Thasanee Marie

P.S. Please don’t throw out the little beanie thing I crocheted. It took me a long time and I’m new at this.