I have no idea when you’ll get a chance to read this. In fact, I don’t even know who you are. We haven’t met, you see, and if we have, well, I guess we’re both in for a surprise.
As you probably know, today is Valentine’s Day. I’m celebrating it by going out for a single girls’ movie and dinner date with my friend, Kember. I have no idea what you’re doing. You might be spending tonight with another girl. Or maybe you’re at home, reading a book and drinking a nice glass of wine. Or you could be at a sports bar with the guys, watching the big game (I have no idea what’s on right now), drinking beer, and eating buffalo wings.
I don’t know when you and I will get to celebrate our first Valentine’s day together, but for the time being, I see no reason why little thing like being a total stranger should prevent me from writing you my own version of a love letter.
There’s a lot I don’t know about you. I’ve imagined you, of course. I’ve wondered how we met, where we went on our first date, but more than anything, I’ve wondered about how we’ll be together.
I hope we’re best friends. I hope that we can tell each other everything. I hope we trust each other enough to enjoy our time apart and to let each other do our own thing. I hope you have something in your life that you love as much as I love writing. I hope we make each other laugh, and that you find my numerous quirks and eccentricities charming and not completely embarrassing and annoying. For example, I hope you don’t mind that I don’t like talking on the telephone for more than a few minutes, or that I’m not good at just sitting around and watching movies, unless it’s a movie I haven’t seen. I hope you don’t mind I sometimes write sitting on a blanket on the floor at 3 in the morning.
I don’t really put a lot of thought into my appearance, my bedroom is a disaster zone, and most of my dinners are sandwiches or microwave meals, but I’m pretty sure that for you, I want to look my absolute best and hopefully I try to keep things at least a little tidy. Who knows? I might even enjoy cooking with you. I always love baking desserts for Christmas and parties, and not to brag or anything, but my magic cookie bars are pretty much to die for. That is, if you’re not allergic to coconut or dairy or nuts or chocolate. I don’t want them to actually kill you.
I learned a long time ago that it’s not a good idea to make a list of things that you hope for in a partner, because one day, you find someone, they turn out to be exactly what you thought you were looking for and then you realize that they’re not the right person for you at all. What works on paper doesn’t always work out in life. There are a few things that I’m hoping for, but I’m not going to bother listing them out. I’m assuming that if you’re reading this, then you’ve already passed the test.
As far as I go, you don’t have to get me anything fancy. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry and I rarely appreciate going out to eat at really expensive restaurants the way they’re supposed to be appreciated (I’m a really picky eater). I’d much rather drive up to the lake and go kayaking, or grab a bite to eat at Corner Bakery before spending an evening browsing the local Barnes and Noble. Or bowling! I love bowling.
To whomever you are, I hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day.
Until we meet.
Your Future Valentine