I have only met you twice, but I want to tell you how much I like you. Would you think me a silly girl, or could I cause your heart to thump? Could you possibly like me back? I'm three years older than you, and your sister told me your last girlfriend was three years younger. I'm an old maid. In a different century, I would be closing in on spinsterhood. Then again, some old guy may have picked me up. Must not have the charms necessary for the modern man.
For an innocent, I am surprised at my yearnings for you. You presence makes the pulse in my neck to jump, and I fear you will see the tattoo. I like your height and stature. You're so beautiful. Approachable, manly, humorous, friendly. I want to know more about you.
I'm trying so hard not to seem to eager. Can't be scaring you off before I get a chance! But I don't want to come off as indifferent. Damn, why isn't this easier? It always hurts when I fall, and you have me on edge.
Goodness, I hope I see you soon though I might rip off your shirt and nip the sculpted abs I'm sure you have. (and i am trying not to imagine the things i really want to do to you)
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