I met a boy yesterday at a baby shower. A grown-up boy, not a baby boy. He’s older than I am, probably. And I’m a woman.
We were the 2 best-looking people there. So it was really natural for us to automatically gravitate towards each other. No. We were the only 2 there without friends. Not really. He had a friend. I was the only one without a friend. There, okay. I was neither one of the 2 best-looking people there nor did I have any friends.
He wrote me a love letter this morning:
I sit here, lost in the memory of you. What is today? I don't know. What is it I'm supposed to be doing now? I can't remember. It couldn't have been very important. Thoughts of yesterday still fill my mind and heart. Nothing else seems worth my time and effort. Where am I? Well, not here in this confined space, not really. I'm still lost in everything I felt when we met.
You must know I can't stand being away from you much longer. I hope you feel the same way. Whitney, tell me when can I see you again!
-Grown-up Boy
To: Whitney Soup <[email protected]>
Sent: Monday, April 22, 2013 8:42 AM
Subject: Hi
Good meeting you, Whitney. Hope you had a safe trip back, and that you zip through those classes and the grad school applications and get into the place you like.
Ok, see you in Boston sometime, or down here if you're in town.*
-Grown-up Boy
Why is it, do you think, that we were not in fact the 2 best-looking attendees of yesterday’s baby shower?
Ever yours,
Grown-up Girl
Okay, Okay, I’ll stop.
To: Grown-up Boy <[email protected]>
Sent: Monday, April 22, 2013 1:31 PM
Subject: Re: Hi
Hey. You missed out on all of the fun after you left. We played a game guessing [pregnant friend]'s answers to questions like 'does she prefer coffee or tea', 'dresses or skirts', 'vacations in the snow or at the beach'. Then it got really cold and we moved the party and the presents inside. I hope wherever you went to was worth it.
My classes don't start until the summer, so I should probably make another trip to NY before then. And yes, let me know if you're ever in Boston. You can help me find something to do here.
● Is there a love connection?
● Will he write back?
● Do you think he likes me?
Comments are open.
*The baby shower was in New York, and I reside in the great American city, Boston, also known as, “the worst place in the world.”**
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**“Boston is the worst place in the world.” -Whitney Soup