Dear Mr. Almost Perfect,
The funny thing is that I didn't expect to like you half as much as I did. I scheduled a coffee date with you one evening in between visiting one of my good guy friends (but for real, he is just a friend). And coffee chatter just went so well, too well. Not only are you deep and kind and gentlemanly, but mature and fun and nerdy in the sexiest way possible. We ended up talking for hours and I pushed meeting my friend back a little. Haha, remember how you asked about the wine bottle in my car? It was because I was taking it as a house warming present later haha, never mind. I just remembered that and it made me laugh to myself.
We met up again. And you picked this very price-y sushi place where we had amazing sushi and I tried saki for the first time, then we drove around and talked. You turned to me and said you didn't want the night to end, so I took you to my secret lookout spot and we jumped that fence haha, we stared at the entire valley with all the lights twinkling their brightest and you leaned in and kissed me... and kissed me and well, you remember ;). It was so romantic kissing on top of the world-- one of my favorite dates of all time.
I also really liked those few rendezvous where you would catch me right after work and we would go off and just talk the evening away. We even resented the green traffic lights because the red ones meant we could kiss longer. I went away for a week and I actually missed you while I was gone. The times I visited you were just as magical, walking hand in hand by the beaches in the evening, we just knew each other.
And we went to that one bar. There was this moment when I was talking and you kissed me mid sentence. "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself, you're so beautiful," you said. Anyway, you always made me feel special and I had never kissed anyone at a bar top before, so fun. I felt I had known you forever and you were always so respectful of my boundaries, especially physically and I appreciated that.
I liked you hair and your jawline and the little smirk you got as you opened the door for me and that smile right as you leaned in to kiss me, I liked that you always were open about how you felt and honest about where you were at, I liked that you were responsible and a good communicator, that you had a real job and you were so giving. Mostly, I liked your heart, how genuine and giving and gentle you were. So considerate. And, to be honest, a lot of people don't believe in my career goals, they think I'm frivolous and stupid for choosing what I chose so it was very refreshing to meet someone that was soooo supportive. And thanks for setting up my website even after we stopped dating. It shows the depth of your character and the value of your word. I know you will go places in this world because..well, you already are successful and you are so loveable as a person;I'm sure everyone adores you. I often feel that you are the man that got away.
We were very honest with each other as we ended it. We had some core religious differences. You were in "torture" I think the word was because you couldn't sleep with me and you just couldn't do it anymore. Drama king. It's funny because you're the one who actually ended it. I remember saying goodbye and then crying afterwards, which surprised me. I didn't even know that I liked you THAT much. And it took me a good two months to get over you, which was unusual for me in the strange binge dating subculture I was in.
We already told each other all that we liked about one another and knew that it couldn't continue so better to end sooner rather than later. I wasn't ready for it to end yet. I deleted my account and stopped to think for a month because you shook me a little. I hadn't liked anyone that much in a while and I could actually see us together long term. Do you know how unusual that is?? For me??? Anyway, any girl will be lucky to be yours someday and I hope you stay your sweet self. As for me, life is good, simple, I get to pursue my passions and you are happier when you do what you love anyway. ugh... Why did our beliefs have to be soooo different?? GRRR!!!
Sincerely,
That California Dreamer
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