You are beautiful, you are gorgeous. Looking at you feels like freezing into ice the same temperature as the color of your eyes. But that isn’t why I’m writing you this. You are substance behind that. You are a room with a view. Your almost imperceptible frown at someone’s mistake. The crinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile. The confident edge of your voice when you speak. The easy way you command people. Your shoulders pulled back with an aristocratic dignity. You blushing when you’re embarrassed. You forcing me a mushroom chicken cutlet to eat. I can’t tell you how excited I was when I heard you were waiting and joining [us]. It was great working with you. Good luck. I’ll miss you.
It feels silly that I know it’s silly to believe in fairy-tale stories but and I will blame Disney for all that conditioning I suffered during my growing up years. You know how it’s so difficult to put down those rose-tinted glasses when one has worn them for the longest time.
All could have been perfect and well if I would meet a nice girl to settle down with pretending we own castles and are rulers of our own kingdoms. Game of Thrones actually changed all of that with the violence and gore plus all that killing…
Anyway, that’s not the point. The major point is that I am not straight… Yes, I am gay and I’ve fallen for you a perfectly straight man in grand delusional hopes that you would love me for who I am. After all, I had read about two straight guys who had fallen in love and that sexuality is fluid so anything’s possible right? Damn Disney…
You’re not exactly Prince Charming material - you know the fair chiselled facial features with white porcelain teeth, etc. - but you are the epitome of a man’s man whom any girl (or guy) would be so lucky to have - polite, scruffy, gruff, gentlemanly, kind and green/blue eyes.
You’ve no idea the countless times I’ve caught myself wishing wistfully when you look so engrossed at work to just kiss you and magically make you mine but I know people would stare and maybe you would mind. I did ask you once if you minded me being gay and being around you but you simply shrugged it off and punched me in the shoulder saying that I would never ever make anyone feel comfortable because I’m a great guy.
Those were the only words I heard and that punch was the only contact we had. I wasn’t sure if I want you to have a girlfriend or anyone because I do wish you’re mine but I want you to be happy and it hurts me when you furrowed your brows after a huge argument with your landlord and you complained that the rent was too expensive.
I would want to live in with you but I don’t know how to talk to you just so you can reduce your rent and I would get to see you every day. Isn’t it a win-win situation you see? I didn’t want to come off as a freak but right now, maybe I’m one.
I want to be there for you, with you, beside you. If only you’d let me…
Will you consider?
you’re not judgmental
we can be goofy together
we’re the same kind of weird
i can tell you anything
we’ve got a good amount of interests in common versus different that keeps things interesting
you can talk about anything cause you’re smart
you can make jokes about anything cause you’re funny
you tell me what you’re thinking and feeling so I’m never guessing or in the dark
you remember things i say that even i don’t remember
there’s no words to describe the way you look at me
that little patch of grey hair behind your right ear
you’ve always got a smile on your face and you can always make me smile
the cereal bowl on your chest
you’re always up for anything
you make me feel special and cared for
you share music with me that you say makes you think of me
i feel like you’ve got my back no matter what
This starts off as a regular fan mail. I’ve been hooked on MysteryShow ever since the teaser came out. I love how subtly it uncovers the magic and whimsy in everyday life while pretending to be a show about mysteries.
I am such a fan, that I found a magazine to interview you for :) I’d love to ask you a couple of questions and profile the show for Quotes, a bi-lingual magazine in Bulgaria for folks who share our enthusiasm and curiosity for people.
I know your schedule must be crazy, doing a weekly show, but I’d love to be able to share the show with more people, especially in Bulgaria. So, if you think you’d have the time to answer a couple of my questions, it will absolutely make my year!
I admit, I was hesitant to come out that other night to see you. It was weird bc I was making up a lot of excuses even though we already promised to meet. I came off confident in our msgs, but IRL, I was struggling. What if you thought I was different? What if you thought I wasn’t for you? What if you thought… so many thoughts. But then, I kicked myself in the ass and said - goddamnit nothing has happened stop overreacting. so in that dark candle lit backroom, I anxiously waited… then you walked in and before I knew it, all those anxious thoughts flittred away. those few hours with you… they were just so much better than any of my dumb thoughts about what it would be like seeing you again. thanks for that.
I like your beard.
I liked your beard.
I will like your beard.
DON’T SHAVE IT OFF!
I was hoping to meet you through Meredith, whom I worked with at [company] and had lunch with last week (and is your biggest fan).
I’m a currently-freelancing senior copywriter, and to be honest, your outstanding CV was what attracted me to want to freelance with G&S in the first place.
Then I heard you’d just been let go
Hi, I’m quite curious about what you do and how you could help us.
Can we schedule a call to talk through some questions?
Happy birthday Phil!
On this very special day of your birth, I know that you’re thanking your family for their many years of support.
I hope that you’re celebrating with good friends and good food.
I pray that you have immense peace in your heart.
And immense overwhelming joy that is clearly evident to everyone around you.
I couldn’t find you on Facebook or any other social network, but that doesn’t surprise me… because you were always too cool for the rest of us anyway. With your Portuguese accent, fiery love for soccer, habit of calling us young tigers, and that office desk of yours with nothing ever on it — you were the best modern renaissance badass woman boss employer person. Sorry, that’s a lot of words.
Anyways, I’m sure you’re still busy inspiring your team to ‘stop chasing other people’s tails and find your own roar.’ But… I hope I can see you again sometime when I’m visiting. I’ve always wanted to tell you that even though I’m still working on my roar, you helped me find my meow first.