To the love
of my life:
Hey there,
I don’t know who you are, or maybe I do and I just don’t know it yet, anyway, here
are a couple of things I just wanted you to know:
First of
all, I am not perfect, sorry about that, but then again, who is? I’m sure you’re
not, but I strongly believe that I will fall head over heels for you all the
same, I can be a very impatient man, I curse more than I should, I’m currently
smoking and struggling pretty hard to quit, I had actually quit for about 5 to 6
months, but alas, once again, I’ve picked it up, it’s not easy giving it up, I’ve
managed to control my drinking though, I no longer drink when I’m sad, nor do I
get drunk for the sake of it, even though I managed to hide it pretty well from
others, it’s was becoming a big issue and it did not make feel any better about
myself or my situation, I like the taste of certain alcoholic beverages and
that’s just it, I like to enjoy alcohol I no longer feel the need to abuse it,
if anything I’ve always thought about getting drunk as a serious lack of self
control and it reflects on people’s lifestyles, it sure did reflect on mine,
and the results were not pretty, I’m glad I got over that, I pride myself in
this, I’m also happier now. How about you? You got that out of your system yet?
I guess we all go through that stage upon discovering alcohol, huh? The
temporary numbness that helps you forget, that powerful yet false sense of
freedom and invincibility, yeah I know it all too well, It sure fells good, but
I can assure you it also made me make some really dumb decisions, I remember
this one time I ended up dancing (more like convulsing) “can’t touch this” by
MC hammer late at night in the middle of
the road as vehicles rushed pass me, kind of funny when you look at the video
(yes, there is unfortunately video evidence of this), but looking back on it,
it was pretty stupid too, I’m sure you’ll come up with some pretty silly
stories yourself when we meet up. I’m pretty paranoid too, I mean, it’s not
like I think that aliens are going to kidnap me and shove probe up my ass, it’s
more along the lines of this:
Me: Hey, everything ok?
You: Yeah,
all good.
Me: You
sure?
You: Totally,
I’m fine.
Me: You
know when girls say that, it’s usually quite the opposite…
You: Seriously,
I’m fine Ace (actually my name is David but the nickname just stuck, and I
actually like it quite a lot)
Me: I wonder if I did something wrong, should I
keep asking, is she mad because I forgot we were going out today? (I have a
terrible memory and I’m easily distracted), she’ll probably get mad if I keep
asking, crap, I think I screwed up again, I hope she’s not mad at me…
You:
(halfway through my inner monologue) Ace I’m fine, I’m not mad at you, but
could you please not stand there staring at me not uttering a word?
Me: Oh,
yeah, sorry about that--
You: -- And
stop apologizing.
Me: Sorry.
You: (sigh)
I’m just trying to figure out what shoes I’ll wear with this outfit
Me: (sigh,
women and shoes, I’ll never fully understand it, then I again I collect toy
figures myself so…) Oh, Ok, Umm… I’ve always like those boots (picture random
cool looking girl-boots), not the uggs though (seriously those things are
atrocious).
You: Alright
then, I’m ready, let’s go.
Me: Let’s
go…
You: keys?
Me: yep,
almost forgot them again.
Yeah, that
kind of paranoid.
