So this is a really short one-shot about Adrian's dating proposal/essay that Rose makes him write. It's very very short and really bad. But I wanted to do something different, well for me.
I, Adrian Ivashkov, here by am writing this essay thing and giving you the demanded point by point run through off why I would be excellent suitor material. For one, I am incredibly good looking. Is there any real need to extend this point into a huge paragraph? My answer, no. My looks are pretty much, ''nuff said'.
My next point is that, like I said I would mention, you are the only girl that would actually do any work for. Emotionally and physically. I would work for your trust and other feelings, but not hate. I know I have made ... inappropriate suggestions about sex and strip teases, and I want the opportunity to say I'm sorry. And I should have never treated you like that.
I miss you when I can't see you. So I visit you in your dreams, though you might have the impression that I'm 'raping' your dreams. But I think that's unfair, I never made you do anything against your will. Remember that one time I let you go, it hurt me like hell. But I still did it. I would never do anything to hurt you.
I think I've, honestly I have, written enough for you to determine if my words make up your mind for the better of worse. So, umm yeah. That's the end of my dating proposal.
P.S. As in A Midsummer's Night Dream, if this offends you, I'm sorry, and, if you will simply think of this as a bad dream.
P.P.S I will let you drive anywhere we go.
As I stared down at the white page with the black elegant script on it, I had to push back tears. "So ... do I make the cut?" He asked me. I turned to face him and put on my best thinking face and said, "Did it really take you a month and a half to come up with this?"
"Yes it did. I'm glad you are happy with my results. 'Sides, I did say I would write it."
"Yeah but I didn't think that you where serious."
"So that's a 'No' then."
"No."
"Umm ... I'm confused, more than slightly." I walked over to him and patted his arm, "I know." As I began to walk off, he grabbed my arm and swung me around. "So what's it to be Rose?"
"Well ..."