Dear Bones,
Let's just get this out of the way right off the bat. I'm an ass and I'm sorry. I don't even have an excuse, because there really isn't one good enough for how badly I talked to you.
Look, I know I can be a real jerk sometimes. I know, and I try not to be. And when I say something about your lack of pop culture knowledge, I say it with the unspoken caveat that you understand I am joking.
Wanna know why?
Because I happen to find it incredibly hot that you don't have a clue who Kim Kardashian is. Frankly, no one really needs to know who Kim Kardashian is, and the fact that you don't? I love that about you. I think it's fantastic that you choose to fill that big, beautiful brain of yours with worthwhile information and not irrelevant trivia.
But here's the thing, Bones…all that information you have rolling around in there? Kinda intimidating for those of us with regular IQ's. And no, that is not your fault. But I have to admit that when I know something you don't, and you get that cute, wrinkled-forehead look on your face and you say "I don't know what that means."…completely turns me on.
Weird, I know. But honestly…would you have me any other way?
So please, accept my apology. I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings and I promise to try to never do it again. Because the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.
I love you, genius.
Yours always,
Booth