To the Guy Who Bought Me A Beer and Never Called Back

It’s not the thought that counts.

You thought your gesture was harmless, but when you offered me a beer and I accepted, I offered you a piece of my heart. You thought that being enigmatic was an excuse to not take time to notice what made our encounter special. You let your past, your pride, your demons, your selfishness, the fact that you’re weak or scared, be a validation for why you couldn’t let yourself fall for me.

I could’ve been the girl you needed.

You never gave us a chance. All I wanted was all of your love, all of your kisses and all of your growler fills. All I wanted was for you to be perfect. Teach me something new, be good at dancing, shower me with gifts, be charming, write me a song, be athletic, cry when you watch The Titanic, be handy, never go bald, make six figures, be kind to animals, be cleaner than me, cook gourmet meals, massage my feet, know how to braid hair, be vegan, want kids right away, love to travel, own a boat, have a man bun, have a bachelor’s degree, have a 401K, be ethnically ambiguous, speak a romantic language, love hiking, enjoy Shakespeare, play guitar, play piano, play the harp, play the harmonica, knit, be above six feet tall, know all the words to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and maintain a six-pack while still being a craft beer connoisseur.   

I could’ve been the girl who changed your life, who makes you a better man. I would’ve passive aggressively pointed out all your flaws but only to help you improve. I would’ve pretended to love all your wrongness, all those parts of you that you hate, that I hate even more. I would’ve told your mom everything you say about her behind her back, in the end, bringing you closer together.

Those parts of yourself that you showed me that night….well, I would like to see them again. You know in your heart you will never meet another girl like me. No one will connect with you on an emotional and physical level that quickly.

A true connection is once in a lifetime.

Extraordinary love is rare, it means something. You need to make an effort for it. I gave my entire self to you that night, I gave you the green light to claim me, fight for me. It won’t always be easy. I am stubborn and I am always right. It will be a challenge. At times, you’ll want to kill yourself but it will be worth it when you have me as your trophy wife.

Dating me is not the end of your liberty – it’s the beginning of it.

I am argumentative, but only because I care. I crave attention from you – not opinions, I have enough of those on my own. I’ll never let you get away with anything and that includes slacking on your talents. No matter how much you piss me off, I will never let you go. I mean never.

Don’t risk losing the best thing you ever had.

Whatever you do, don’t let me get away. There are a lot of guys who would’ve loved to have been you that night and even more who already have been. It may be difficult at times – I’ll drive you crazy, I’ll frustrate the hell out of you. But I will never leave you unsatisfied.

You think that you will run into me at the pub again and we’ll just pick up where we left off. But I know my worth, and I can guarantee you’ll have to buy me at least two beers next time.

We had a connection that would’ve built on itself. Don’t lose this opportunity because of your pride, fears, ego or selfish ways. Because someone will value how special I am – someone will put in the effort it takes to be with me. My best friends tell me that every day.