Every day with you brings me one day closer to the perfect apartment, the cheapest used air conditioner, and the best new activity partners I’ve yet to meet.
It’s hard to remember what life was like before I met you. Back then; I had no idea what 420 meant. I couldn’t figure out how to trade my Prince tickets for SRO on the Monster. And how was I to know that I could join eight different writing groups in the greater Cambridge area? Just think of those wasted hours, sitting alone in Starbucks, staring at my laptop! It all seems so futile now.
I know there are other guys out there. They are all “tall” and “athletic” and have “great jobs, but still make time to enjoy all that Boston has to offer.” They are “open-minded” and even like to “go from suits to sweats in the same weekend!” But they are not you. They cannot offer free cake pans, if I pick them up by 5:00 p.m. They cannot provide professional dog walking services when I go to the Cape this summer. They cannot form a women’s book club in the Back Bay. Only you can do that for me, Craig. Only you and your magic List.
So, look. I know you’re busy. I know there are other women in your life. And I know you’re no stranger casual encounters. But Craig? I really think you’re the one.