Will you pretty please be my boyfriend? I passed you on the street a few nights ago. I was walking 79 blocks home from a bridal shower, because I felt like I ate a bit too much. I was limping a little in my blue Mary Janes, as blisters had developed in the last 50 blocks. And then you appeared, walking your dog and looking so super smart. Will you please be my boyfriend? Pretty please?
love always,
Daiva
