A Closed Letter For My Possibly Non-Existent Potential Life Partner

Dear Boris,

I hope you exist, and I apologize if your name isn’t actually Boris.

However, if you are real, I don’t know if I’m ready to meet you right now. I’m still young, dumb and kind of a mess. I don’t own a checkbook, and if I do, I don’t remember ever procuring it. I never do laundry and will insist on recycling it until it fails “the smell test.” I talk too loud, walk crazy fast, talk crazy fast, always forget to put the toilet seat down and have a habit of knocking over everything in my path. I have quit smoking approximately twelve times and will probably quit at least two hundred more over the course of our relationship. My breath always smells like coffee, and it takes me an hour to get out of bed in the morning. For the first hour of the day, I am a total b-tch and will blame everything on you.
 
I’ve got lots of flaws, and I plan on keeping a lot of them. But someday, I’m going to make you so happy you won’t be able to stand it.

I’ve been thinking about you all of my life, where I might meet you, what you might look like and if you also think that Sporty was completely underrated as a Spice Girl. (Hint: The answer is always yes.) I’ve thought about what I might say when I meet you, what your name could be and whether I’ll ever be able to get your family to like me. (I have a bad track record in this department.)

I want to meet your mom, your sisters, your crazy aunt, your crazy aunt’s crazy aunt and any other weird relatives you deem introduce-able. I want quarters pulled from behind my ears and a stocking with my name on it, one that your mother swears she didn’t take a long time hand stitching.

Full disclosure: I really hope it has a gingerbread man on it.

I don’t know a whole lot about kids, how many kids we should have, if I even want kids, if I even like kids, if I can even have kids after the number my family did on me. Do I want to perpetuate the cycle? Do I want to adopt? Will my children learn French, German or Spanish?

God only knows. But I want to live a life filled with love, and if you want to bring kids into our lovefest, I think I’m fine with that. However, if you go down this path, know that I will be the craziest, most over-protective, nutrition-obsessed soccer parent this side of a Sandra Bullock movie. Get ready for it.

I will pack their lunches. I will cut off their crusts. I will personally screen every R-rated film they see before they see it. I will drop them off at whatever niche interest summer camp we are paying way too much to send them to. I will teach them what Garrison Keillor is. I will hold their hand when they get stood up at the dance. I will kill their first ex with an ax sharpened just for the occasion. I am going to be a character from a Jonathan Franzen novel, but I hope you can love me anyway.

Those kids are going to know every second of every day that someone has their back, that someone is off somewhere psychotically obsessing about their safety, that someone has loved them so much that they will spend the rest of their life in therapy working it out. And if that means I have to join the Harper Valley PTA and wear Mom Jeans, I will do it with tits on.

Also, I know a lot of people are doing the kids outside of marriage thing, but I’m not sure if I’m that kind of guy. I have no clue why; some people think I’m old fashioned, but I think that I was brainwashed by 7th Heaven. And I know I always publicly insist that I don’t want to get married, that I’m not sure if I could be monogamous, that I don’t think human beings are capable of not cheating on each other all the time, but I want to be wrong. I’ll be waiting for you to prove me wrong –- counting down the hours, minutes, seconds until you do, and I swear I’ll try to look surprised.

I am still unclear about how gay weddings work, as I’ve never been to one. Is there still a bouquet? Do we get bridesmaids? Will Melissa McCarthy be there? Who walks down the aisle with whom? Do I get cold feet or do you? Do we both have bachelor parties? Do they still play “Here Comes the Bride?” Could they play “Anarchy in the U.K.” instead?

However, I want to figure it out with you. I’ve never planned a wedding, as I missed out on that part of the queer genetic package, the part that also is supposed to make me see why people like Ke$ha so much. But I think we can do this thing. I think we are cut out for it, and I can’t wait, especially for that awkward moment where we have our first married people kiss and we can’t figure out how much we are allowed to kiss each other.  I’m going to kiss you so hard, every minute of every day for the rest of your life.  I don’t care if it’s “church appropriate” or not. 

I also don’t know anything about wedding receptions, but I know I don’t want a DJ, as I think that the B-52s deserve better than drunken, middle-aged, tulle-covered writhing. I always thought that having wedding troubadours would be perfect, especially if said troubadours know how to play “Digital Love” by Daft Punk on their guitars. I know we’re supposed to dance to Frank Sinatra or something similar for our first dance, but something about French electronic music just makes me feel romantic.

You should probably be warned that I can’t dance and look like Elaine from Seinfeld when I try. So this reception thing might be a nightmare for your feet. However, if you’ve ended up with me, I’m guessing from my full-frontal nerdity that you can’t dance either. Afterwards, we can just rub each other’s feet before we enjoy a wedding night bonanza of naked Twister, sexual relations and Arrested Development. However, if you would prefer we watch Gilmore Girls while we make the sex, I’m fine with that as well. As long as there’s Sour Patch Kids, popcorn with the kettle seasoning sprinkled on it and Raisinettes involved, we’re all good. It’s just all details in the life we build together.

You don’t know any of this right now, and I probably haven’t even met you yet. When I do, I hope you will understand what you’re getting yourself into, about the clustercuss of family and friends you will also be dating, about my Tracy Flick-like work habits and my over-obsessiveness about everything. I hope you’re waiting for me at home with a cup of coffee ready and my computer all booted up -— because you understand that these things are a part of me. I can’t wait for you to be a part of these things, too.

But I hope, wherever you are, you know some of these things about yourself, too. I hope you have your own letter, just waiting for me in a drawer somewhere.

I can’t wait to read it.

Nico TC mark

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  • Guest

    I fucking love this.

  • Anonymous

    nicoooo! this was awesome. that’s one dang lucky guy out there. 

  • http://summerslowrunner.wordpress.com/ Summer

    I loved this. Adorable, full of hope. 

    “I’m going to kiss you so hard, every minute of every day for the rest of your life.” <– I want my future hubz to say that to me.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=667441091 Archita Trisal

    So sweet! *wipes a tiny tear*

  • steinlette

    “Digital Love” is the only song I will accept as my first dance as husband and husband.

  • http://twitter.com/katiereedII Katie Reed

    Congratulations, you successfully made me wish I could be a gay man so we could marry.

  • Jasmine K

    I never thought I would regret not being a gay man but dammit, Sporty Spice, Digital Love and Gilmore Girls? Marry me already..!!

  • Danaynay

    This was so optimistic I had to stop reading. 

  • Anonymous

    I’m going to write a letter for my possibly non-existent potential life partner, too.

    “I hope you have your own letter, just waiting for me in a drawer somewhere.I can’t wait to read it.”

  • Anonymous

    You are adorable.

  • http://twitter.com/LeelaChrista Miss Navarro

    “However, if you are real, I don’t know if I’m ready to meet you right
    now. I’m still young, dumb and kind of a mess. I don’t own a checkbook,
    and if I do, I don’t remember ever procuring it. I never do laundry and
    will insist on recycling it until it fails “the smell test.” I talk too
    loud, walk crazy fast, talk crazy fast, always forget to put the toilet
    seat down and have a habit of knocking over everything in my path. I
    have quit smoking approximately twelve times and will probably quit at
    least two hundred more over the course of our relationship. My breath
    always smells like coffee, and it takes me an hour to get out of bed in
    the morning. For the first hour of the day, I am a total b-tch and will
    blame everything on you.”

    Hello, you just described me to a T… If I was a gay man..

  • http://www.facebook.com/Jesus.NavarroPayares Jesus Navarro

    You could perfectly be my future husband. This was sweet, open and real to a whole other level (:

  • http://www.facebook.com/joshtracy Joshua T. Tracy

    This is clever, and I enjoy it. Go you.

  • Clitty McLabia

    I think we wrote the same letter to our potential life partners. homo weddings, FTW. 

  • http://twitter.com/wesjanisen Wes Janisen

    This was perfection, I’m obsessed with this whole letter, ALL OF IT, EVERYTHING! I wish you and “Boris” a lifetime of happiness. 

  • http://twitter.com/jessicapippin Jessica Pippin

    This is the best! Love it all. 

  • theblow

    This is perfection! I can’t even…

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Luan-Evert/100000983916816 Luan Evert

    The thought never entered my mind before now, but i think i might be gay, and i think i love you!!!
    Wow, just…….wow!!!

  • Drew

    I think we’re twins.

    I hope you find him.

    I know exactly who I need to send this letter to.

  • Lisa

    this was so awesome. you sound like a goof, but your life with your whoever partner will be so full of vivacity, i can’t stand it. also loveeeee the election reference! xxxxx

  • seun awogbade

    I love you Nico. You say it like you mean it and the way I feel it!!!! You have yourself a fan for life. Mwah

  • Kevin

    This letter makes me hope that I’m Boris.

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