I’m looking for a friend.  A pal.  A life-long buddy.

I’m looking for the person that I will call hubby.  You’re all cuddly and quiet.  Are you shy or just nervous?  Are you not that into me?

I passed the day.  Texted you around 3:30.  I don’t want to come on strong.

I’ve dropped you before.  Now, are you thinking I’m after your money?

I’m sorry honey.  I could care less about your money.

Don’t get me wrong I don’t hold it against you.  I like your teeth and your smile, your belly, your beard and all that’s missing are your whispers in my ear.

Call me sexy.  I want to be your lady.  Don’t think I’m crazy.  You know I am already.

Will you call me wifey?  Is that for what you are looking?  I can’t tell for sure.

You’re older, 31.  I’m almost 25.  Am I too young?  Is this crossing your mind?

I slept a lot last night.  You woke up this morning really early.

You probably overdressed. Wearing long sleeves and long socks.  It’s really nice out and sunny.

The winter has turned us pale.  Our hearts are red.  Mine is red and burning.  You said you’d text me when it was over.

Haven’t heard from you yet.  Did I come on too strong?  Are you not trusting me because you have money?

I don’t care about that.  Not one bit.  Not even a shrug.

I hope you ran hard and didn’t fall at the runner’s mercy.  Did you think about me after you finished?  Are you busy with Dennis having man’s day with the football marathon?

I took Einstein out and thought he could have been with me.  I think I like you.

I miss you already.