One date. That was all it took for me to realize that you would make the perfect girlfriend.

You're the kind of person who waits outside your car with a smile and opens the door for me. You tell me I look nice, not only with words but with the way your eyes linger on my face. You laugh at my bad jokes. You're very vocal about your feelings, so with you, I don't have to second guess or overthink. You're calm and soft-spoken, no matter how highly strung my emotions get. You're kind, well-educated, well-connected, well-mannered, gorgeous as hell, and smart.

You are my ideal. Heck, you're probably everyone's ideal.

So what the hell am I doing saying no to another date with you tonight? Why the hell won't my pulses race at the sight of you? Why the hell don't I even wonder what it would be like to kiss you? Seriously, what is wrong with me?!