Dear Future Wife...

So I was out with my buddies last night. There was this adorable girl I was chatting with most of the night. She leaned into me when we were standing at the bar. When she got cold, I wrapped my arm around her and she held my hand. She had a beautiful smile and wonderful laugh and we had a generally great time…but there was something missing. I just knew she wasn’t you. And that was enough to just walk her to her car, hug her goodnight, and not be a total dude about the whole situation.

What is it about tequila that make bad decisions seem like good ideas?

Tequila is always a bad idea. Unless, of course, it’s the reason you and I get brave enough to talk to each other. Then it would be an amazing idea.

I’m usually pretty boring. College was crazy fun and the years after graduation were even more epic, but most of that is out of my system now. I like to spend weekends reading, sleeping in, catching up with friends, getting dinner, running errands….nothing exciting.

But every so often, friends come into town, we revert to acting like 19 year old idiots and I want to go out and just party. Like tonight. So if #180 seems like a drunk post, it probably is.

Ok, I’ll admit it, I like it when you’re a little bit jealous and possessive. Once in a while, it’s nice to be claimed, to be told, “You’re mine. I don’t like it when I see you simply talking to other girls. You are mine.”

This isn’t about trust, or anything rational or reasonable. I’m a little bit jealous. It’d be nice if we both had that, just so you understand where I’m coming from.

You know those couples that are all over each other all the time? Let’s not be like that. I mean, I’m obviously going to be crazy about you, but there’s no reason we need to be clingy and annoying to all our friends at a party or the general public.

I love that you can mingle at a party and meet strangers while I do the same. I’ll see you across the room, animatedly reenacting a recent adventure or hear that beautiful laugh of yours…At some point, you’ll see me make my way over and join you. I’ll quietly grab your hand and listen for a bit to you, or whoever is sharing a story.

Then we can go make out somewhere quiet or peace out and go home because I won’t want to be independent and social anymore.

We’re gonna have a really nice bed. Crisp, cool sheets, a fluffy comforter, lots of pillows…it’ll be our own personal cloud. Not only would we spend a third of our lives recharging in it, but you already know a few of the plans I have for said bed.

I’d say that’s a worthwhile investment, don’t you?

Had a really nice dream about our life together last night. You know, the kind that feels so real and normal that you wake up not knowing if it was a dream or a memory?

I’d like to get to the memory-making part soon.

I gotta tell you, I have a few names picked out already. There are some that I really like, but there’s one that I love. And I’m not compromising on my first choice. You can choose the others.

There’s really only so much flirtatious texting I can handle before I am no longer behaving like a gentleman. Stop being such a tease.

You might be with someone else now. You might have someone that isn’t me on your mind, maybe even in your heart. That’s ok. Sometimes I think the girl at the coffee shop who smiles at me all the time and makes geeky references would be a wonderful girlfriend. Or that my ex wasn’t so bad, maybe we’ll give it another go. This is, of course, a horrible idea. But my mind wanders. And I make the wrong choices too…

So you carry on with that person for now. Have some fun, make some bad choices of your own. I’ll still be here. Whenever it’s our turn, I’ll be ready.