First Letter from Tall Guy

" I am sitting here smelling you on me...tasting you on my lips. Cliche and maybe a little overused, but true. I come home after every time I see you and unplug my Febreeze things so I smell you that much more. The brown shirt I wore last time sat on my bed next to my pillow that whole night so I could smell you every once in awhile...but not too much.

The sense of smell is the strongest when it comes to emotional response and memory for me. I smell you now and it's a rush of feelings that can't quite be put fully into words. Happiness, excitement, anticipation...they are there. In droves. There is some fear there, too. I haven't experienced this sort of feeling for anyone in a very long time. I don't have fear that it won't work out, as much as a fear that if I don't do everything exactly right you'll try to stab me with a pair of scissors. Please don't stab me.

I just had a daydream, right then. Of you panting, sweating and exhausted on top of me, with your head on the pillow to the right of me...and your hair was covering my face. My arms were around you and holding you very tight...I'm pretty sure I was still inside you. That one moment...complete abandon. I want to make you come so hard your legs shake when you stand. I want it to be so intense that afterward I won't even be able to imagine wanting it again...and want it again minutes later.

If you were here in front of me right now, I would ask you to dance for me...I really want to see you dance.

My head is spinning right now. I am dizzied by the depth of my feelings for you in such a short time. I swear, I had a daydream on my way home about meeting your mother and pulling her aside and telling her that she had nothing to worry about, that my baggage was just part of my life and didn't define me, that I am the good guy. I made mistakes here and there and will make them again, we all do, but I daydreamed about defending myself to a woman that I've never met. And I know exactly why. Because I know it's important to you. I know your family will like me, probably right away. People just like me since I am a pretty nice guy. But they probably won't trust me for awhile.

The ultimate decision is yours, of course. I hope you let me convince them, and show you and them that I am trustworthy.

I have to stop writing this now...I had a beer when I got home to try and perk up and these emotions are running wild in me. I will leave you with this (until you reply): if you were here right now, before I asked you to dance, I would give you the longest, slowest and most intense kiss of your life. After that...

...I would give you another. "

Ok, so if you got a letter like this you would probably have had the same reaction as me. I thought the Tall Guy liked me. A lot. To my horror I wrote an equally sappy letter back. I am not proud of this but I claim temporary insanity...