As you know, I am not one for words so I thought I had better put my thoughts and feelings into words in a letter to you, my chosen one.
First of all, I apologize for making you cry the other day when we were at the church and you got upset over the flowers. Well, you didn’t get upset over the flowers, it was because you thought I didn’t care what color the flowers were when you asked me. I guess I’m just an insensitive redneck when it comes to this girlie stuff. It never occurred to me that there was a difference between lilac –pink and pink lilac. I knew I’d done something really bad when I saw Sebastienne and Enrique, the wedding planners your cousin with the nipple ring recommended, crying and all upset too. I only thought girls had mascara runs when they cried, but I guess I’m learning something new every day. I guess I should have said something along the lines of, “I care about making you happy my little, hunny, bunny wunny, and if it costs $300 more, well heck, I’ll just take a third job!”
I had a good talk with my dad last night and he told me I had to make a stand on these issues with you and show you who is going to wear the trousers in our marriage. Dad says it’s important I put my foot down right from the start, or else I’m going to catch hell later in married life. Then mom told him to go make himself useful and trim his nose hairs before she got the garden shears out to do it for him. Dad told her to go put her head in the oven. He sure handled that one well.
What it all boils down to is, I may be insensitive but then I am a guy, and I’ve never felt this way before about anyone until I met you. All the other girls used to think I was just a lovable hunk, but within minutes of meeting you I knew, I mean I just knew you were different from Tracey, Kate, Shannon, Joanna, Alison, Rebecca, Mrs Robinson, Jordan, Jordan’s twin sister and that girl I met at the Super Bowl 2008 party just after I met you. I just want you to understand how much I love and care for you darling, and despite all my faults, you are the one for me.
Don’t worry, sweetness, I will try to be different but I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that all I care about is making you happy. Whatever you want is fine by me, but please, just remember who I am – I’m just a guy who drinks beer and enjoys watching the big game with the guys.
Remember you’re the one for me and I’ll do my best to be caring and sensitive, so I’m the kind of husband you want me to be. My mom has already ordered a year’s subscription to several magazines such as Cosmopolitan and Vogue, which apparently have lots of good information on make up and clothing. Mom says it will help me get in touch with my feminine side, which will be good for you, because then you won’t have to go through everything she’s had to cope with over the years with my dad.
Please just bear with me and be patient too darling, I’m just a big lug and sometimes my mouth works before my brain. I have to close this now sweetness because mom is sharpening the gardening shears and asking where dad is.
All My Love,
Hugsy Bugsy
Author Resource:
Lawrence Reaves writes for a leading authority on loose diamonds, engagement rings and fine jewelry. Danforth Diamond provides wisdom and advice to help you choose the right engagement ring at the right price. Visit http://www.DanforthDiamond.com or call 877.404.RING
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