Dear guy I’m going to marry one day,
I just realized that you might be entirely too normal for my tastes. This ruins everything. Though I have no problem with someone who’s lets say an accountant or a university professor…..actually, yeah, I do have some problems with accountants. It’s one thing if you enjoy doing it, but I don’t think I can marry a guy who doesn’t jump through puddles when it rains. Also, kiddie rids in playgrounds; sometimes I am so into playing on the swinging dinosaurs. It’d be fun t stumble around alone on the playground in the dark. And we could sit on the swings and watch the sunrise together, or lie in the grass and look at the stars.
There’s also my love of jumping in lakes fully clothed, going sledding on garbage bags, taking pictures of fingers and toes, finger painting a replica of the Mona Lisa, or eating ice cream in -25 degree weather while skating downtown, and if you don’t want to try those things with me how can I be sure you’d be willing to go scuba diving with me in Australia?
Especially since I plan on taking you all over the world for our honeymoon and having my way with you on every continent, and well if you’re not willing to sleep in a hammock in the Caribbean near our beach villa, or look for mimes working the streets in Paris, and well if you’re not willing to skinny dip with me in Hawaii, then it’s definitely not meant to be.
So.
Don’t be too normal, okay? Because I plan on showing you love every single day we’re together. And I plan on discovering all kinds of new things with you and making memories for a lifetime, and if you’re not willing for example to stroll the red light district with me in Amsterdam looking for edible panties, then I don’t think we’ll ever work out.
😂