I Can't Wait To Meet You

I can’t wait to meet you.

I can’t wait to finally see your face, hopefully warm and a little bristly.

I can’t wait till we talk for the first time and we either click on common music interests, or spark on our awkward flirtatious argument on why country music sucks or doesn’t suck.

I can’t wait till you finally grab my hand, whether it’s for a quick squeeze, or a full finger interlock. I want to feel the hair on top of each finger against my cold cracking hands, or on the side of my cheek if I get lucky.

I can’t wait till we take that first flash photo together, where the camera cuts off our necks and makes us look paler than dead people. My hands will shake with excitement as I make tape donuts and stick them on the back of every new photo for the collage I’m going to make.

I can’t wait for you to laugh and make fun of how pathetically cute my photo collage is.

I can’t wait until I wait at the front door, listening to my mother insult my short skirt, for you to pick me up to meet your family.

I can’t wait to see the eyes of your parents (or single parent, that’s okay too) light up as they see our dorky happy smiles and my skirt that is too short.

I can’t wait till we watch movies just as an excuse to be physically close together, and you bravely try and take a grab and I slap you playfully, no.

I can’t wait for our first fight over something minuscule and immature, so I can run to my friends and allow myself to be movie-style dramatic and ask for advice I won’t take.

I can’t wait till we slobbery kiss and makeup.

I can’t wait till we go shopping together, and you pretend to like all the too expensive clothes I pick out for you to try on, just so we can throw the pile of inside-out clothes on top of folded ones, to go to the food court and share gooey semi-warmed classic poutine.

I can’t wait till it’s my birthday and you decide to go all out, and plan a night on the town and take me to a bar that plays music I probably won’t like.

I can’t wait to open the little bracelet wrapped up in a tiny little box, I know you saved all week for.

I can’t wait for us to go for a night time walk while you give me your cargo jacket that you shouldn’t have paired with your nice shirt, that I know you didn’t want to give me in the first place.

I can’t wait to sit at home and wait up for you when you get off work, just for you to wish me goodnight and go to bed.

I can’t wait to meet you.