An open letter to my future lover

Hi future lover ( a.k.a potential husband? well, people are already getting married!!) . Wherever on the globe you are right now, hope you're doing well. Considering the average number of people i come across each day (the metro is oh so crowded!), there might well be a possibility that we've already crossed paths! (Cheers?) We might even be acquaintances or say friends but looks like cupid dearest is all booked ( the valentine's week for now ) or in my case, might even be honing his skills since he keeps hitting the wrong guys all the time.
I am writing this to discuss a few important things. First of all, i want you to know that being an old school romantic in a hook up culture is a special kind of hell. "What's up (read wrong) with all these people?" Yes, that's exactly how i feel. People rush. They're in so much hurry for no reason at all. "Come on peeps! Take a moment!" I want us to go slow at it, real slow, build it brick by brick.
I am a usual woman, nothing fancy at all. Dusky, curvy (if that's something),camera shy, with my own set of skills and flaws, oddities,curiosities, imperfections and apprehensions. When you meet me and if all those stars up there are aligned perfectly, i shall make you curious for starters. Here, i'd like you to be patient and just hold on, you might well have to extract words out of me in the beginning( trust me, there're plenty!), do that. Once all the initial hiccups go away, we shall be good, rather great, you'll know! Then there'll be a story, you & me in the lead and since i don't want to go about writing a book, i'll skip the details.
Just know that we could very well avoid all this valentine's week drama (it's pissing me off!) for the good but offcourse a little drama peppered here and there won't hurt.
I'd planned on saying a lot when i started off but the books have been staring at me for long now.
More later!