Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
How did you look when you asked me out for the first time? All worried, fidgety and nervous? I know I tend to have that affect on people sometimes — I’m really not trying to scare you away. I promise. I’m really, really assuming I didn’t ask you out.
But honestly, how do you tell someone you like them…aside from it sounding completely like you’re in 7th grade and have just passed Computer Class Cutie one of those notes with those two little boxes and the instructions to “check yes or no“?
How did we tell each other? Maybe we both just “felt it” like I’ve heard so many other people say. Maybe I wowed you with my qirky charms or sarcastic wit.
I don’t know (and damn, I hate it that you already know our entire story as you’re reading this), but what I do know is that I’ve never been good at this part of the ‘mating dance.’ I do more of awkward twist as opposed to a refined waltz or a passionate tango. I’ve been thinking about the big question a lot lately: How do you tell someone you like them? And in my case, how do you tell them about said feelings without sounding like a complete awkward stalker who is in need of meds and a restraining order.
Whenever I try to bring out my charms, they always seem to lose their mojo and just fall to the ground, leaving me there babbling or stuttering about something or other while the guy stands there, a bit (OK, A LOT) perplexed. I can pretty much guess what he’s probably thinking too.
Who is this crazy girl?
Why don’t she leave me alone?
How can I get her to go away?
But I want you to know that I’m not some stalker. Really. If I seem like I am, let that be your first hint that I definitely, maybe am interested in you.So maybe I’ll then leave the ball in your court (geez, Sweetpea. Why do you think everything I write in these letters is some sort of code for something else? It’s not.) and wait for your next move.
Just hurry up, OK? I don’t want to have to take matters into my own hands – again, stop laughing! I could use your help. How do you tell someone you like them, even if there’s a zero percent chance he could ever share said feelings. Let me know what you think. Until we meet…