A Letter From The Good Guy To The Girl We All Secretly Adore From Afar
Guys, we’ve all been there, out in the raging sea of women with whom you regularly flirt, or in whose general direction you nod, signaling to your buddy, “I’d hit that.”
But, one day, you only see one. Like a ball out of left field, she comes into your life and without a single push, she changes your outlook on hooking up and relationships. You’re scared to think that maybe she could be The One, as it’s probably too early for that. You’re not Ted Mosby, after all.
However, you do know you like her… a lot, certainly more than that girl whose name you can’t remember, the one you took home last Friday. There’s no comparison between this girl and the girl you dated in college, either, because she was convenient.
There’s a problem, though: These feelings you have aren’t normal for you. You don’t know how to form them into words and for most of your girls-no-longer-have-cooties life, you’ve been under the impression that you’re not even supposed to voice them.
However, you want to tell this girl exactly how you're feeling.
I don’t know what happened to the days when men could reveal all of their feelings to a woman and it was considered to be not only romantic, but manly, too. I mean, when did the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway stop being men? The correct answer is never.
So, in an attempt to help you put your feelings into words (not in Fitzgerald or Hemingway fashion, though), here is an open letter to that girl. The one who you’re too afraid let know that, to you, she could mean everything:
Hi. We’ve recently spent a decent amount of time together. I know it’s only been dinner conversations, sitting silently next to one another in a movie theater or grabbing drinks with our friends (only to get caught up in our own conversation), but it’s been some of the most fun I’ve had with another person in a very long time.
For that, I thank you.
You don’t know this about me yet, but I’m not too great at the whole relationship thing; it scares me. The reason I have yet to make a move of any real consequence is because, well, I’m not really sure what to do.
I realize that I’m not in college any longer, nor am I just trying to get you into bed. So, drunkenly spurring a makeout session, that will hopefully turn into more with simple “moves,” is out of the question. I already like you too much for that.
Unfortunately, that’s about all I know. I’ve spent the past four years of college going through that exact charade. But you… We are friends and I take pleasure in your company.
So much so that if you turned down an advance from me with the three words from hell, “Let’s be friends,” I would actually be happy to do so because I want you in my life in any way you can offer.
So, you may ask, if I’m comfortable being just friends, why risk ruining it? Well, who really wants to just be comfortable? I mean, what if there’s more? What if you share that feeling I get just from looking into your eyes when we talk? What if you’re just not sure if I share it? Well, I do.
This doesn’t sound like me, I know. But, it’s how I feel and I just needed to tell you.
I can remember feeling this way only once before and it didn’t work out because I made the same mistake I’m making now. I followed that ideal with four years in college, pushing away any real chance at connections and commitments.
I feel that now, I’m ready for something real and I have you to thank. Please don’t feel any pressure from this — that’s not my intent. I just want you to know how special you could be to me.
I know that feelings aren’t always mutual and that attraction is a tricky science. So, don’t take pity on me. If you don’t feel the same way, just say so; we can be friends. Having a smart, attractive and funny girl in my life is something I need, no matter the relationship’s label.
Your smile, the way you hold your head, how you play with your hair and your very essence entrances me and takes me to a place where, for reasons unknown to me, I feel like it’s all that I’ll ever need.
I guess some people would call that love, but I don’t want to go that far. All I know is that I like you honestly and innocently, and I want to know you more. Could this turn into love? I don’t know. I guess that’s why I’m writing you, to see how you feel.
I can say with absolute certainty, however, that I hope it goes in that direction.
The Guy Who Likes You Honestly
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