Dear Alcoholic, Workaholic, Commitment-phobic, Megalomaniac, Emotional Bleep-wit, Pervert. Otherwise known as Mr. Mistake of 2011. You will most likely be the most fun to find. Giving myself permission to make a mistake (much like a favorite Fiona Apple song) is a freeing sensation, that will no doubt lead to the right outcome in time! How else will I recognize a truly wonderful man unless I stumble upon a truly horrible wolf in sheep's clothing.
Mr. Mistake, please do be as charming as Daniel Cleaver. That is, please do compliment me inappropriately, comfort me when I make a fool of myself, become jealous when you spot me talking to your mortal enemy, and ultimately return to fight for me when I finally end up with Mr. Darcy.
Adieu, dear sweet Mr. Mistake. Until next week at the New Year's Eve party - I'll be the one singing "Without You." Poorly, I might add.
Mr. Mistake, please do be as charming as Daniel Cleaver. That is, please do compliment me inappropriately, comfort me when I make a fool of myself, become jealous when you spot me talking to your mortal enemy, and ultimately return to fight for me when I finally end up with Mr. Darcy.
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