it’s all twerps and girly movies, future wife

Hey, lady.

The Monkey was here yesterday.  Out of the blue she said, “Do you have a measuring tape?”

I was getting a snack for The ACN (who wanted to have a picnic in front of the TV) but stopped and turned to look at her. “Why?”

“I feel tall today.  I want to check it out.  Everything seems so… small.”

I blinked a few times.

Then I got her a measuring tape.  I mean…  You feel tall, you gotta find that shit out, right?

It turned out that she is 5’1 1/2″.

Crazy.

I used to carry that twerp everywhere.

A couple weeks ago she called me “old man.”  That’s a far cry from when she was three and told me, “Peter, you are the most precious boy in the world.”  And when she was little, put her arm around me, and said, “You know how much I love you?  FIFTY!!!”

Since she’s almost a teenager, I don’t think we’ll be going back to those days anytime soon, Future Wife.

Then she asked how tall I am.  I told her.

“Can I check to make sure?”

Then I realized, I’m not sure I’ve ever had my height measured.  I’ve basically been guessing for decades.  I mean, I knew the ballpark, but it is very possible that I bought into the hype my high school basketball coach was putting out there when he’d lie about the team heights in tournament programs.  He wanted to make us not sound like a group of short little frenchmen.

I stared worrying that if I was a half inch shorter than I thought, I might cease to feel Peter-like.  I love round, even numbers.

Who would that short dude be?

Ack.

Buuuut the little shit asked, so I went along.

And it turns out…

I’m a legit 6’4″ in socks.

I was more relieved than I expected to be.

Yesterday evening, after both twerps were gone home, I grabbed the laptop and plopped down on my bed.  I planned on cranking out a blog post.  Possibly this blog post.

But I was tired.  I watched football.  Gchat windows flew open all over my screen.  (I was briefly very popular last night for some reason.)  And the comfiness of my bed started sucking me in.

There was a time out in the football game, so I started flipping channels.  Serendipity was starting.

I decided to watch a couple of minutes.

So, yeah, I watched the entire thing.

My unabashed (well, faux-abashed) love for girly movies and girly music is pretty well-known here on the blog, so you might already know about it.

Assuming you’re reading this.

And, really, I’ve convinced myself that you are.

I have no idea why I think that.

But, if you are reading, you are either:

1) Thinking “Dude, I don’t know…  That’s a lot of “poetry” and short fiction pieces about throwing women around hotel rooms.”

or

2) Just reading and refusing to speak up because you are a bit of a pain in the ass.

If it’s #1, you should just get over that shit and love me for the goof I am.

If it’s #2…

Actually I can totally see it being #2.  I’d be very surprised if my future wife wasn’t at least a little bit of a pain in the ass.

Opposites attracting and all that.

My friend told me that other day that she thinks I should start a blog just for these letters to you.  I worried that people might get sick of reading them.  A risk I am running already by posting them so frequently.  But then I realized I only care what you think about them.

Still, I think it would have been kind of cool if I had started a new blog just for them and wrote them anonymously.  You know?  Posted one a week or so, and left some email address in the “About” section for you to contact me.

I love the idea of serendipity (see what I did there?) leading you to that blog.

And to me.

Crap.

Kinda late for that anonymous thing now, eh?

Althoooough…  You never know.

You’re probably thinking, “There is no way he has such an ego that he thinks that people — some of whom have never read his writing — will automatically recognize his style.”

Uhm…

Have I mentioned how pretty you are today?

Shhhhhhhh.

Love,
Peter

 

 

 

 

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photo credit: William Hook via photopin cc

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45 Responses

  1. Sarah says:

    Peter Randall Francis DeWolf. Don’t you dare take these letters away from us. (That’s right, I’m so serious I gave you two middle names).

    In other news, I’m off to convince my brother to impregnate someone so that I can have a niece who loves me fifty.

  2. Shelley says:

    No way! Keep the letters and the poetry and the vaguely-pornographic short stories coming. I can’t wait to see what FW thinks of them when she eventually shows up. However, I’m kind of glad she’s taking her sweet time, because I have a feeling that once she’s there in person you won’t be putting all this stuff out there for our consideration.

  3. i’m a solid 5’4″ in socks…

    • Peter DeWolf says:

      That’s a legit height.

      • Monika says:

        I played college ball and have been saying 6’4″ since I was 15. The day I found out I was actually only 6’3.75″ was groundbreaking. Sad in a way, but for girls it’s different – part of me was happy to be just a teensy bit less freakishly tall. :)

        Oh – and we would definitely recognize the style.

        • Peter DeWolf says:

          I can’t even imagine how often you get the “Wow. You’re tall.”

          • Monika says:

            At least once a day, usually more.
            It does come in handy when out in crowded places, though. I’ll never be the girl who goes unnoticed.

            But yes, not getting hassled as often for your height is yet another reason for you to be thankful you have a penis. :)

  4. Ben says:

    “You know how much I love you? FIFTY!!!”

    Guess who’s stealing that?

    ME.

    • Peter DeWolf says:

      I gotta say, I enjoyed that one. I also loved that she climbed up on the couch, made her way over to me, put her arm around my shoulders, took a deep breath and looked at me all serious-like before saying it.

  5. I love these letters to your Future Wife. I enjoy pretty much everything you write, but these letters make me happy in a different part of my heart.

  6. Annnd “The Monkey” is taller than I am. (I’m 5’1″)

  7. Alexia says:

    You call your future wife ‘a pain in the ass’ (before you’ve even met her. Impressive.). Then you say that ‘opposites attract’. Do you see where I’m going with this…?

    I love being right. I’ve always know that men are bigger girls than we are!

  8. Monica says:

    Dude, if I would not be already taken, I totally be your FW.

    These letters are precious.

  9. angela says:

    That movie is a pain in the ass. Serendipity is one of the ONLY movies I refuse to watch again. Even the “shh” trick doesn’t work on that one.

  10. I love the letters. You know this; I think I start every comment with some variation.

    The sad part of this post is that I’m 26 and 5″1. I don’t like it when teenagers are taller than me, though, I shouldn’t be surprised, considering I teach middle school and look UP at 99% of my students.

  11. Amanda says:

    “I love the idea of serendipity (see what I did there?) leading you to that blog.”

    I actually think that’s a pretty cool idea, and poetic. (Obviously NOW you may not be able to do it.)

  12. Chloe says:

    I am a big fan of the letters, mainly cause I think they’re written to/about me, since that’s what the world revolves around.

  13. tia says:

    don’t stop.

    it gives you TONS of points in the “seriously adorable” category.

  14. Ashley says:

    The doctors always make me feel better by telling me I’m 5’2. Its really 5’1 and a half. I can’t believe your niece is my height already.

    And thats a brilliant idea, having those letters have their own blog! As long as you send me the link, because the letters are quite adorable, then I’m all about that.

  15. MissE says:

    6’4″ – sounds like a just right height to me. Being 5’10” puts me in this weird not short but not really tall category so I like it when the guys I know are taller than me.

    FW is a lucky woman and if she’s everything you think she will be, I reckon she’d be okay with the letters and blog posts still rolling out for the rest of us to just sit back and admire while we quietly hope for someone to write the same sort of stuff to us.

  16. nicoleantoinette says:

    I am quite pretty today. Thanks for noticing.

  17. Previous Future Wife says:

    Actually she said “Peter, you are the precious boy in the world” which was even cuter.

  18. Miss.Smack says:

    Very cute post! Steph’s always suggested to read you, and I am finally glad I did!

  19. Just as tall as me! Yay! (And I’m 24… How sad.)

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