Dear Future Husband,
It seems like only yesterday that you honked at me as I ran
down 14th. That was that moment I knew my life had changed.
Who would have thought
the double tapping of a horn could have such an effect on a woman?
It may have been way you whistled, shouting, “Hey Baby,
lookin finnneee.” – that really tugged at my heart strings. The words slipping
like poetry off of those dry, cracked lips. Plus, I always knew the man I would
marry had to be able to whistle.
It could have been the way the sun hit your skin as you hung
out of your ’98 Ford pick-up or the sight of your arm fat flapping as you
slapped the side, knocking off some of the paint on that rusting blue beauty.
Maybe it was the high five you gave your friend after. The
two of you, just off the graveyard shift at the plant, friends since high
school – or at least the one grade you both finished. Friendship is the key to
a loving marriage, and I can tell yours are the kind that last.
I don’t know where I would be if you had decided to drive
by, quietly, not speaking your admiration for my ass.
Yes, baby. You had me
at the honk and I knew I was yours forever….
Sincerely,
Random girl just trying to friggen exercise.
