To you,
If I ever get to meet you,
Just so you know, I like to laugh.
I’m writing this to you, floating on the buzz of Malbec and gin (weird mix, I know), just to let you know about the laughing. It feels important right now. Don’t worry, though, I’m easy to please. I laugh easy, smile easy; life’s better that way.
I make lists, too, just so you know. I wrote this one months ago, on a little pad proudly titled “Eggcellent Notetaker.” I’ve got four sunny-side up themed pages on who I hope you’ll be. Eggcellent, obviously.
Besides that: You will be kind.
The human in me also hopes that you’re cute. Let’s be honest, I’ll have to look at you, and I tend to like guys with sweet smiles and kind eyes. Usually tall too, but that’s not a dealbreaker. Just please don’t be so gym-y that you’re douche-y. Maybe you exercise a little but also eat pizza? We’ll get along better that way, probably. Or maybe that’s just my insecurity talking. I’ll work on it.
Anyway, the back to the list.
I wrote down normal things:
- Intelligent
- Genuine
- Driven
- Responsible
And some more particular things:
- Balanced
- Attentive to the present moment
- Self-reflective
- Growth-oriented
And some more fun things:
- Will dance
- Will drink
- Will play games
- Will have friends
And the dealbreaker NOPEs:
- Creepy
- Mean
- Uses women
- Doesn’t want kids
- Lack of faith
- Disrespectful of boundaries
- Selfish
- Lazy
- Poor priorities
AKA a decent human (according to my sister. Also probably me too, now that I look again).
If you aren’t a nope, congrats.
If you’re the match for me, we go further.
I think you’ll be faithful, but not a weirdo. I’m Catholic, and it’d be lovely if you were too, but if you were centered on Love and oriented towards Good and understood (as much as any of us can understand) Jesus I think we’d be cool. He’s my friend, and I’d like it if you knew Him too.
I hope we can go on dates and we can get appetizers and bottles of wine and dessert. I hope you have a budget, but sometimes know that beautiful living means there’s a little bit of wiggle room. Good food requires the wiggle. So does art. And music. And travel. I hope you like those things as much as I do.
I hope over the wine and apps and pasta we talk, and talk, and laugh, and talk some more. I hope you’re a good conversationalist, which implies that you’re also a good listener. And also probably funny.
It’s a pipe dream, but I also hope you are loyal to the Patriots. If not them, at least football. It’s not a dealbreaker, but it’s how I spend Sundays after church. If you’ll be there it’ll be easier if we can just hang and share the nachos.
I hope you love your family. I hope you want one with me. I want one with you.
I hope you are compassionate.
And here’s what I know, before I’ve met you:
You have a strong character. You know what you’re about. You’re a leader. A leader who I’ll let lead me because you’re so damn respectful. And you appreciate women. You support them.
You support me.
You see me.
And you’re gentle. Strong, and brave, but soft.
Maybe we can read together, some time? With coffee? I like both those things. Then, maybe, a bit of wine and pasta later, we’ll fall in love. And go to church and eat nachos and yell at the TV and talk about philosophy in our sweats then go to game night with the neighbors. Or maybe we’ll cancel on the neighbors because we decided to make a baby or two and finish the nachos in bed.
Anyway. Hope you’re doing well, wherever you are in the world.
Looking forward to knowing you.
Love,
Me.
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