I’ve been undecided if I should write this, but I’m a little drunk and a little bored (yes, while at work, MOTHER) so it’s worth going for now.
You are perfect. For me, anyways. You have everything I could ever want in a partner, but that’s not to say that this is some sort of love letter. I don’t know you enough nor have I spent enough time with you to know if love exists here. However, I have spent enough time with you and know you well enough to know that you are smart, funny, beautiful, and have impeccable taste in movies, music, books, hobbies and sports teams.
For the last two years, I’ve had no problem getting most of the girls that I’ve wanted to get. The issue is that once I get them I realize that I didn’t actually want them, because they want things that I don’t want, or they’re crazy, or….and this will sound relatively shallow…..they have terrible taste in movies, music, books, hobbies and sports teams. And they’re stupid. Not too romanticize you too much, but they’re not you. Which isn’t to say that I’m waiting around for you. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m looking for another you.
The funny thing is, I should be able to get you. What I lack in good looks, I typically make up for in terms of confidence, charm and brains. I understand this (and am working on the good looks). However, when I’m around you my confidence disappears. My charm seems creepy. My brains seem lacking. You make my palms sweat. You’re more than I could ever ask for, and I know that, and it effects the way I act around you. I kinda hate that.
One of these days I hope to tell you how I feel about you in a way that doesn’t come off as creepy (maybe I should try it sober). If nothing else, you deserve to know how amazing you are. You should expect to be treated like a damn princess, and not a backup plan. Not that I know how you’re treated….
I don’t know what I intended to accomplish with this. Maybe I should’ve written it earlier this morning, after I woke up dreaming about you. Maybe not. I hope that one day I can find a way to get you to be interested in me. Heck, maybe you already are and I just don’t see it because I’m too busy being shy around you and worrying if you like me or not. You do have a way of turning me back into a nervous kid.
I think we’d be kind of awesome together. If it never happens, I hope there are more girls out there like you and that one of them in single. I also hope that you end up happy. You truly deserve it. So, thank you, for being awesome and showing me what I should be looking for. Also, for making me nervous and making my palms sweaty. It’s a nice little reality check sometimes.
