Dear Future Wife
writing my way to you
Dear Future Wife,
I’m sorry. We can’t meet just yet. It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest. Truth is, I’m not quite the man I want to be. My dad always said, “Be a man! A man must provide,” and I believe that with all my heart.
You deserve nothing less, but yesterday, I got my paycheck.
I set aside money for rent and food, and that’s all. Now, I’m left staring at the scraps, trying to decide what to spend the rest on.
What’s more important: a new toothbrush, acne cream, or protein powder to bulk up these biceps?
Probably the toothbrush. I definitely won’t have money to fix my teeth if something goes wrong. As for the rest… who needs clear skin if there’s no one around to care? What good are biceps if they aren’t there to carry your shopping bags, right?
Darling, I dream of buying us a house on a hill by the sea, with the waves, sunsets, and that husky you always wanted. I can picture you there, laughing, while I figure out how to give you the world.
But this month, I’m buying a toothbrush. I’ll figure something out. I’ll make you happy. In the end, happiness isn’t about biceps, smooth skin, or even the size of our house. It’s built slowly, piece by piece, like a puzzle. And I promise you, my love, I’m collecting every piece.
Truly yours,
Your Future Husband
I’m sorry. We can’t meet just yet. It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest. Truth is, I’m not quite the man I want to be. My dad always said, “Be a man! A man must provide,” and I believe that with all my heart.
You deserve nothing less, but yesterday, I got my paycheck.
I set aside money for rent and food, and that’s all. Now, I’m left staring at the scraps, trying to decide what to spend the rest on.
What’s more important: a new toothbrush, acne cream, or protein powder to bulk up these biceps?
Probably the toothbrush. I definitely won’t have money to fix my teeth if something goes wrong. As for the rest… who needs clear skin if there’s no one around to care? What good are biceps if they aren’t there to carry your shopping bags, right?
Darling, I dream of buying us a house on a hill by the sea, with the waves, sunsets, and that husky you always wanted. I can picture you there, laughing, while I figure out how to give you the world.
But this month, I’m buying a toothbrush. I’ll figure something out. I’ll make you happy. In the end, happiness isn’t about biceps, smooth skin, or even the size of our house. It’s built slowly, piece by piece, like a puzzle. And I promise you, my love, I’m collecting every piece.
Truly yours,
Your Future Husband
Dear Future Wife,
Today, I got tired of flipping pancakes in silence. I can't wait any longer to meet you.
I'm practically a dream catch at this point — no bad habits, unless writing love letters counts.
Last summer, I even won a bottle of gin in a bartender competition, and I still haven't opened it.
I don't smoke, I don't gamble, and I'm definitely not planning to cheat on you.
But, I do have one tiny flaw - I'm terrible at keeping secrets. Like, did you know my colleagues went for a "massage with a happy ending"? Vova says they didn't even get an actual massage. Just a quick hand job. Grant wasn't impressed either. He said if I don't stop writing these letters, he'll drag me there too.
Please, save me from these fun experiences. Let's lock ourselves in the kitchen and make pancakes. I'll make the batter and prepare the toppings, and I'll flip them too. Just rescue me from all this ridiculous youthfulness before I lose my sanity.
I'll be your TikTok, and you can be my Instagram feed. You know, the algorithm we never knew we needed.
In the future, Your husband
Today, I got tired of flipping pancakes in silence. I can't wait any longer to meet you.
I'm practically a dream catch at this point — no bad habits, unless writing love letters counts.
Last summer, I even won a bottle of gin in a bartender competition, and I still haven't opened it.
I don't smoke, I don't gamble, and I'm definitely not planning to cheat on you.
But, I do have one tiny flaw - I'm terrible at keeping secrets. Like, did you know my colleagues went for a "massage with a happy ending"? Vova says they didn't even get an actual massage. Just a quick hand job. Grant wasn't impressed either. He said if I don't stop writing these letters, he'll drag me there too.
Please, save me from these fun experiences. Let's lock ourselves in the kitchen and make pancakes. I'll make the batter and prepare the toppings, and I'll flip them too. Just rescue me from all this ridiculous youthfulness before I lose my sanity.
I'll be your TikTok, and you can be my Instagram feed. You know, the algorithm we never knew we needed.
In the future, Your husband
Dear Future Wife,
l've done it. I have a mustache now. The barber tried to talk me out of it, but I was set on making a change.
I've always dreamed of having a mustache. It's been one of those lifelong ambitions. A couple of times, I even left it on after shaving. But I never had the guts to leave the house like that. I believed everyone would laugh.
But this time, I went for it without a second thought. And you know what? Some people did laugh. Some pointed, and one guy even said, "That's so gay!" Others gave me compliments.
One of my colleagues even turned up at work the next day with a mustache of his own. Even my boss called me a few days later, asking for tips on how to grow a mustache without upsetting his wife.
But mostly, no one said a word. That was strangely liberating.
People are too busy worrying about what's under their own noses. And in the end, I didn't even care if it made me look ridiculous. I did something l'd been too scared to do. And nothing changed in the grand scheme of things. Well, except for one thing — I'm a little happier now. You should try it too.
Your mustachioed future husband.
l've done it. I have a mustache now. The barber tried to talk me out of it, but I was set on making a change.
I've always dreamed of having a mustache. It's been one of those lifelong ambitions. A couple of times, I even left it on after shaving. But I never had the guts to leave the house like that. I believed everyone would laugh.
But this time, I went for it without a second thought. And you know what? Some people did laugh. Some pointed, and one guy even said, "That's so gay!" Others gave me compliments.
One of my colleagues even turned up at work the next day with a mustache of his own. Even my boss called me a few days later, asking for tips on how to grow a mustache without upsetting his wife.
But mostly, no one said a word. That was strangely liberating.
People are too busy worrying about what's under their own noses. And in the end, I didn't even care if it made me look ridiculous. I did something l'd been too scared to do. And nothing changed in the grand scheme of things. Well, except for one thing — I'm a little happier now. You should try it too.
Your mustachioed future husband.
Dear Future Wife,
without you, it's all grey...
without you, it's all grey...
Dear Future Wife,
I'm sure you have silky hair and you blow-dry it every morning. I've been missing you a lot. Yesterday, I got a haircut, and my barber said I should start using a blow dryer.
But I don't have one! Single men just don't have blow dryers, eye patches, or any of those beauty essentials.
Maybe that's why we haven't met yet - because I probably look tired and unkempt all the time. See, I really do need you!
You'd bring love, beauty, a blow dryer, and some extra meaning into my life, wouldn't you?
Yours,
Future husband
I'm sure you have silky hair and you blow-dry it every morning. I've been missing you a lot. Yesterday, I got a haircut, and my barber said I should start using a blow dryer.
But I don't have one! Single men just don't have blow dryers, eye patches, or any of those beauty essentials.
Maybe that's why we haven't met yet - because I probably look tired and unkempt all the time. See, I really do need you!
You'd bring love, beauty, a blow dryer, and some extra meaning into my life, wouldn't you?
Yours,
Future husband
Dear Future Wife,
As you probably know by now, I'm in London. And I'm guessing you're here too. I'm almost 32, so it's about time we meet. It won't be long now. I just need to sharpen my English a little more, and I'll find you. There's just one problem - there are no apps for finding love, only for dating. So I guess we'll have to date a few other people before we find each other and fall in love. But that is how it's meant to be, right?
Everyone does it that way, don't they?
Yours truly,
Future husband.
As you probably know by now, I'm in London. And I'm guessing you're here too. I'm almost 32, so it's about time we meet. It won't be long now. I just need to sharpen my English a little more, and I'll find you. There's just one problem - there are no apps for finding love, only for dating. So I guess we'll have to date a few other people before we find each other and fall in love. But that is how it's meant to be, right?
Everyone does it that way, don't they?
Yours truly,
Future husband.
Dear Future Wife,
My intentions are serious.
I'm thinking about you more and more.
Follow me, my dear. It is time - time to face love.
Because only what we truly love can set us free.
And I've been told that only those who are truly free can love for real.
Yours,
Future Husband
My intentions are serious.
I'm thinking about you more and more.
Follow me, my dear. It is time - time to face love.
Because only what we truly love can set us free.
And I've been told that only those who are truly free can love for real.
Yours,
Future Husband
Dear Future Wife, I'm not ready. And I'm not sure if there could be a better place to start
