An open letter to “The Ten Men”:

She is the greatest. She is the smartest. She is the funniest. She is excruciatingly adorable. No one will deny.

She is universally lovable, like the sun on your face in the springtime. Like pretzels and beer. She is a euphoric gift, one you never even knew you wanted.

But…

Are you willing to love her as she is, and not the idea of what you could be together?

Will you hold her hand, not just at the end of the world, or as you beam with joy in public, but as you traverse the house front to back as she checks the locks 20 times? Will you learn how to make her green breakfast drink? You better have answered “fuck yes!”

Are you okay with her being a kick-ass writer, and an expert Bobcat driver? Her diversity should scare you a little, if not a lot. Remember all the “She is the” from up there at the beginning.

So,

Please consider the heart of the human you think you desire, and ask yourself if you can live up to your end of the idea that exists in your head… for she deserves nothing less than the greatest from you.

Sincerely,

Terry