It was karaoke night on a Tuesday when I heard someone sing "Me and Mrs. Jones." It reminded me of her even though the (for the lack of a better term) relationship we cultivated had nothing to do with infidelity. It has been countless moons since I've seen her. My timing is antonymous to impecable when it comes to women. I've missed my window of approach is what I'm saying and if I were to tell her anything now, it will be this...
I received your last email about a year ago and forgive me if I wasn't receptive to your needs. At the time, we've been hanging out and I felt like you were growing emotion. Not just the kind of emotion related to fondness but also a "happily ever after." I'm not ready to go there with anyone. Please forgive me for just disappearing. I've always seen you as a type of girl that is devoted to her relationships. Judging from our conversations, you deserve to have your prince charming. I'm nowhere to be found on that list. In fact, I showed up on Santa's naughty list 29 times. I know, I know... Not the best time to joke (as my ex-wife used to say).
I feel like my moral compass would not be facing due north if I stuck around. I'm thankful for having restraint because I HAVE to admit, you have nice legs, a lean physique and a great...pair of jeans. It would be thrice as hard to say no if you were the pursuant. I'm kicking myself in the head now because I recalled being so flirtatious. I recall saying, "Watch out now, because the places we go to might just make you like me more and more..." I shake my head at that now, I didn't intend to be misleading. Even moreso, I'm thankful for having restraint two-fold. At 29, your daughter is old enough to date me, just as much as I'm old enough to date you. If there is anything I want to convey, it's that I'm sorry.
...I know, my man card warrants a demerit for sounding so sensitive. But as the theme of my blog dictates,
You've seen it, you've heard me, now shut your trap...
