Mem,
I have an idea. Remember that time I made you rate me on a bunch of different qualities, after that first, sort-of-date at the Velvet Room? Well, I invite you to rate me again. Less on looks and charisma this time, since of course we already know I’m a natural Ryan Reynolds in your book, but more on how well, or badly, I handled my Second Chance With Mem.
In all honesty, though, Mem—I am a little worried. You were pretty quiet, and then pretty quiet afterwards, too, on Sunday, when I tried to check on you.
I get it—I know this isn’t easy for you, and I’m just grateful you were willing to meet me at all. But if I’m being too overbearing, or pushing you too hard, I hope you’ll be honest with me, because I really don’t want to f**k this up again.
I had fun, anyway, like I always do
