Subject: I used all my creativity on the mail itself…
Well, maybe that.
Have you ever noticed that the more clever you try to be in e-mails/conversations/multiple felony trials the less clever you seem?
I didn’t know if I should e-mail you at all. Being able to figure out women is not really a strength of mine. It’s like… driving in Japan. I see all the signs, but I can’t read them. And one wrong turn and I end up in a Hello, Kitty store.
I was trying to come up with the perfect excuse to casually e-mail you. I came up with nothin’. Nothin’.
Here’s the thing:
I think you’re great.
That’s it, really.
Everything I’ve seen or heard or learned about you has been amazing.
Your eyes make me want to write a country song… about your lips, for some reason.
I’m so completely intrigued. I want to know more.
While it is entirely possible that there is no interest from your end, I figured that everyone likes to be told that they are great. You know?
And now I will hit “send,” confident in the fact that, as soon as I do, I’ll think of the perfect excuse to casually e-mail you.
I mean, ADORINGLY yours.
Naw… I totally meant “Adorably yours.”
(Apparently I am pretty confident in the cuteness of my very real insecurities.)