Me: A scout for unintentional performance art; witty to the tune of wine spraying out your nose; chatty and introspective; wannabe chef and understaffed entertainer; dorky, but still sexy in an oafish sort of way; profoundly fascinated by garden-variety reality; a consumer of media on a sometimes unsettling scale; love to fill the piñatas; unmotivated until I become super-motivated; a bit more Henry the VIII than anyone might prefer; good at croquet; occasional time traveler; funnier than the last six guys you dated; a better kisser than all of them.
How can you resist that?
You? Yeah, what about you? I'm glad you asked.
You: Unafraid of Chucks and a sun-dress; extroverted introvert; creepy smart with an preference for ADD; stylistically gifted Campfire girl cum well-read rock star; make-up optional chubby chaser; motivating socialite and occasional wino; Julie McCoy's punk rock cousin; fearlessly genuine and sexy as hell.
See how great you sound? I know, right? Except that it could all be horseshit, because that's how it works. And there'd you be, standing right there, in some ridiculous pants, none of these things, waiting for me to figure it out.
Together you will make me better, and I will make you better. With a glance, you'll make me funnier and fearless and in return I'll remind you why you're the best girl in the room. We'll be more than the sum of our parts and define ourselves by the small moments that make our bellies shimmer and spontaneous occasions that show everyone else why we're couple of the year. We will become the best of friends and confide in our old best friends that we can't believe our ridiculously good luck. We'll inspire one another to do all the things we always thought we could do and ro-sham-bo for what to do next. Then, when no one is looking, we'll make out in the kitchen.
I'm not looking for a perfect girl, but I am looking for the right girl. Think you might be her? I think you might be. Only one way to find out....