Johanna, 
As my students struggle through Faulkner, I struggle with 
figuring out the most romantic way to ask you out on our
first official date.  I wonder if I should call you on the
phone like your typical eighth grader or perhaps hire a
sky-writer to scrawl "Go out with me, Johanna?" across
the sky above your house.  If I were terribly modern, I'd
ask you via this median.  Now, I realize that perhaps it
is you who is terribly modern and that you've already asked
me to dinner Friday.  I think also you said you would like
it if I said yes.  Yes.  The answer will always me yes.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make a reservation
at that restaurant in Carston unless, of course, there is
somewhere else you'd rather go.  Let me know.  I absolutely
cannot wait.

Finn