Dear Hot Nerd,

April 24th, 2011

Or should I call you Tiger? Adorable geeky boy? All I know is that I want to call you mine.

There isn’t any way to say any of this without sounding like a lovestruck teenager. A little too naive. A little too hopeful. Completely overwhelmed. I don’t mind at all.

You see, I am crazy about you. Completely taken by you. Smitten. I cannot help but think about you, every waking and dreaming second. I cannot help but smile when we talk and even when we don’t. I can’t help but talk incessantly about you. I think, were you to ask me to marry you right now, I’d probably say “yes.” It’s foolish, I know; we barely know one another. Yet, I cannot help but adore everything that I know about you. You’re incredibly sweet and charming, funny and attractive, dorky in all the right ways. Your silliness permeates your every move while your level-headedness balances everything out. I know with every fiber of my being that not only would you make me laugh and smile but that you’d be there for me if I needed you and your sensitive nature could appreciate mine.

I want to be with you not because I need to but because I cannot ever imagine a time when life with you would not be enjoyable, when your laid back demeanor wouldn’t help to calm my frazzled nerves. So I write this all here, anonymously, because I cannot tell you yet. Coming on this strong, this early in the game, would surely scare you away and I know that people normally don’t work at the speed of a bullet train. I hope that pouring my heart out will help ease some of the frenzy that has built up in my mind but I know it’s futile–as soon as I start to think about future possibilities, my heart will go straight into overdrive again.

I can only hope you feel a fraction of the same.

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