To whom it may concern

If I may be honest with you, I’d like to say something. I’ve only been drinking a little bit, so really I shouldn’t have to preface it with an “if I may be honest.” Oh, well.

I think we should go out sometime. Coffee. A walk. Both. Whatever, I don’t care. Just time together would be cool, before summer begins and time starts ticking away. We don’t know each other very well, not yet, and having an opportunity to see you, to talk to you? I’d be so happy.

I know how silly I am. I’m a romantic when it comes right down to it and I’m only a little ashamed. But I can’t help myself, and I can’t help feeling a certain sense of urgency when it comes to you. I can’t help feeling like Laetitia in Menotti’s “The Old Maid and the Thief,” willing her clueless interest to steal her away before time steals away her vivacity.

I’d try to sit back and simply will you to ask me out but I don’t think that’s going to happen. So I’m going to ask you to coffee, if the opportunity arises. Nothing pressured, nothing stressful. Really. That’s all. Before time’s flight steals my youth.