Dear Ms. V,
Love is a gamble that some like to play,
(Much like I said in my incredibly long text yesterday!)
You claim to be a fifteen "crazy" & pictures prove a nine "hot,"
So brace for this solid-7's master plan plot...

Why wait for a someday that might maybe never arrive,
When six-thirty tomorrow, could alter our lives?

I’m plotting a games night, a chill space for two,
(But bring a friend if you want, and I’ll bring a friend too!)
Since we aren't calling it date number one, a "tag-a-long" is great,
And takes all the pressure right off of the plate.

Let's play "Thirty Minutes of Music" instead,
Where we share all the melodies stuck in our head.
You play your best tracks, and I'll play mine too,
While I smile like a schoolboy in love, eyes fixed on you.

If moments get awkward with nothing to say,
Vodka & Beer & Slet-sappies will save the whole day.
If things get too dire, or way too much fun,
Tequila is proudly on duty—but note, just one!

And please rest assured as we put it to test,
I'm definitely STILL not discussing your chest.
My gentleman’s promise is perfectly kind,
To prove that my focus is all on your mind.

If stars should align in the chilly night air,
And I find my old lucky socks under the chair,
I might try to steal a sweet kiss on a whim...
(and FYI if your friend comes, just know I'm NOT kissing him)

I look at our chats & the spark we just caught,
Kinda makes me think of the text on a Smartie box: whatalotwegot.

Whether it’s real or the magic is not,
Will have to be settled by fate, rhythm or by shot.

You wander without a clear map to your heart,
But this brave adventurer think this, is a good start.

A cold saturday in May, might just be perfect weather,
To see if our next chapters, could be written together.

Yours in songs, tequila, and maybe even a kiss,
Mr. Boo