Monday, December 31, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I have a New Year's resolution! I will try to keep an orchid alive.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I will be a very cuddly wife. I know that because I already am a very cuddly future wife. It may sound childish and/or girly  to you, but you could treat most of my insecurities, hopeless or desperate moments, frustrations and disappointments by holding me. Like a superhero, saving me from the world and from myself. There is only so much you can protect me from; what would make you my superhero hubster is that you're trying.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Dear future hubster,
Mom taught me how to make chocolate frosting for cakes. I'm close to being fully husbandproof.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Dear future hubster,
contrarily to what you may hear, it is not always easy to be an expat.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I hope you know how to put the Christmas tree into the stand. I've done it for a few years and I really think it's a man's job.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Dear future hubster,
Yesterday at a party I got weird looks because I could open a bottle of wine all alone. I hope you don't mind that I'm independent that way.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I don't mean to be needy, but where are you when a jar of jam needs to be opened?

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Dear future hubster,
If you want to see me happy like a child, take me to the skating rink. Poetically enough, the ice makes my troubles melt like lemon drops.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Dear future hubster,
your silly little wife listens to the radio for the music, not the weather forecast. Just because she heard it, doesn't mean she registered or believed it. Sometimes you need to state the obvious: "Love, it's gonna snow today."

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Dear future hubster,
for your own good, keep me away from curly-haired men with guitars and/or microphones. Or, for the happiness of us both, be that curly-haired man with a guitar.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Dear future hubster,
you should know, that there comes a time in every woman's life when she eats pesto with a spoon, out of the jar.

Saturday, November 10, 2012


Dear future hubster,
no matter how many times I fly, I'm always surprised (and slightly disappointed) that the country borders are not visible lines and the neighbouring countries don't have different colours. For me to see where Austria ends and Germany starts. Ki gépen száll fölébe, annak se térkép e táj.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I think you're the only future hubster who wouldn't be patronizing with his silly little wife when she explains that she took a 30 minute detour when driving home from work, and on purpose. On a day that Mika would hate because it rains and rains and rains and rains. You would know that your silly little wife doesn't like driving in the rain, especially not when it's also dark. You would know that she must have been facing her fears, pushing her limits. You, dear future hubster, would be proud of her.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Dear future hubster,
we're regulars in a bar where Barry White is being played. We meet in that bar after having ditched Museum Night before it could have gotten crazy, and we leave named bar while the regular buses still run. I'm in search of the adjective that describes what we are becoming.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Dear future hubster,
you need to experience end of the night and break of the dawn on the meseta. You need to see what starry skies really mean, far from all city lights, in the middle of undisturbed nothing; you need to feel the deep and tangible silence.
Keep walking west; as the sun rises behind you, the morning golden hour will see you arriving to Hontanas - I will be waiting for you there, where café con leche is hot, pigs are stinky and life is good.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I've you are ever exposed to the hard choice of Nadal or Federer in my presence, here's a proposed media line, for your consideration: "Out of the two I would still choose Djokovic, but honestly, I would exchange all three for Marat Safin any given day".

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I just realized I don't fully agree with Love Actually's Prime Minister Hugh Grant. His famous and borderline tacky yet touching speech about the airport arrival halls needs amendments. It warms the heart to watch people arrive and families reunite, old friends come home; there is something powerful to the intense moment of seeing someone again, all the more if that someone dedicated time to come greet you at the airport. But it all becomes very unnerving if you're not only there to watch others' moments, but to pick up somebody yourself. All those people waiting, not really in line, too many of them in too little place, dogs, strollers, extended families, flowers, stereotypical wannabe-machos in tight t-shirts over their growing beer belly, hotel employees with their signs held up, everybody a little pushy and very excited, blocking your view and the exit corridor, checking the time every two minutes, re-checking estimated arrival every minute... they make me nervous. I always fear that I won't see the one I am there to see.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I think we may have problems in the bedroom. It's one thing that Gáspár is getting really sensitive about his territory and that includes the top right corner of my bed, but I also sleep diagonally these days. You may be kicked in the kidney time and again. Out of pure affection.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I know we agreed on your shiny two-seater and my family car already, but would it be possible for you to also have a motorbike of some sort? It would be an easy way to win my heart...

Monday, July 9, 2012

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Dear future hubster,
we must go on road trips. Or long drives. I love being in a car with somebody I trust, care for, am interested in. I love being completely left to the grace of destiny and the person who is at the wheel. In charge. I love the feeling of going somewhere while being basically still. And that we cannot get away from each other as we are locked in the car. Then you'd have all your time for me.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I do understand what offside means. I even recognize Michel Platini on the tribune. (Is it just me, or all UEFA officials have the same tie?) But that doesn't stop me from 1. doing my nails during Poland-Russia and 2. noticing how Andriy Shevchenko looks like Brandon Flowers.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I think you should be proud of me. I don't panick any more when I realize I missed my turn. I just decide I turn around at the next roundabout and everything will be fine. Ok, the next roundabout may be a few kilometers away, but hey! one step at the time, ok?

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I know it's going to sound weird, but I kinda hope that your feet stink. Because, honestly, after a day of wearing shoes and tights, mine, well... I just want to blame it on you.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Dear future hubster,
Ritus has seen you in her dream. Apparently you have dark hair and blue... blue car or shirt. Something blue, in any case.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Dear future hubster,
you know why I was so generous letting you keep the fancy shiny two-seater? Because I knew there would be days when then kids are at the grandparents', the night is mild and the late spring breeze is irresistable - and that's when you'll take me for a ride by the river, with the roof off and the music on, like we are young. Because we are young. So let's set the world on fire.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Dear future hubster,
sometimes I get impatient at the roundabout because they are digging all over the place and there is only one lane to use and then there are buses and trucks and when I'm wearing red shoes and have The Killers on full blast, every responsible person knows I'm not in my most tolerant moods of all times... but then I think, hey, they are building the new European School... for our children. Ain't that cool?

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Dear future hubster,
if you see me going to work wearing trousers, flat shoes, glasses and no make-up, don't bother asking if it's going to be a tough one. The look I'll give you will tell you more than you wanted to know.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Dear future hubster,
please keep in mind when planning our future bathroom, that while a bathtub may not be an absolute necessity (although it would definitely be considered as a strong asset), shower curtains can under no condition be even anywhere close to a bathroom I choose to have. I hate shower curtains almost as passionately as Yannis hates the metric system. I hope you understand. They are sneaky, those shower curtains!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Dear future hubster,
please don't ever upset me to the point that I light up a cigarette. I actually really don't like smoking.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Dear future hubster,
when you see me cooking risotto at 8 in the morning, don't ask if something is wrong. Something indeed is, so have fun figuring out what. If you see me intensly scrubbing and bleaching all visible surfaces in the flat, you can start worrying. And if I do it without any music on, well, you'd rather just run.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I told my gramma that you're an astronaut. That explains why you're never around - you're on the Moon or some other obscure planet waiting to be conquered. You'd better have your crazy alien stories ready.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dear future hubster,
in case you were worried, you don't need to. You can keep your shiny two-seater; I don't mind being the one driving a real car with four doors to go grocery shopping and to fit the child seats. I can also be the designated driver when we go to Smug Couple Gatherings to the countryside. Just please don't comment, criticise, advise, educate me on my driving.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Dear future hubster,
for your info, I'm famous for pulling those impressive wisdom-filled one-liners without actually being wise. So here's one for you: Love itself is easy. It's relationships that make it complicated.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Dear future hubster,
do you mind if I have a slight celebrity crush on Ryan Gosling? It's not that I want you to be like him, a fairly decent Hollywood actor who by the way also plays guitar (and sometimes piano), sings in a voice that gives me chills and is funny. Oh, and has beautiful hands. I would just like you to not take it personally when I glaze over something as silly as "Is Ryan Gosling cuter than a puppy?". It's not you; it's not even me - it's just him.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Dear future hubster,
I love Antwerp. Just thought you'd need to know.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Dear future hubster,
The Unavailable Guy ran away when I talked about you. I think he thought I was talking about him. Maybe I was. Maybe he's you. Maybe you're him? Anyhow, he ran away and never looked back after I told him that you, future hubster, will have to take out the garbage because that's something I really don't like doing, and that you would have to do the family finances because the only thing I do well with money is spending it. Ironing obviously falls under my responsibilities, and I am happy to cook, so I really don't know what was his problem. Just to be on the safe side, are you ok distributing housework as described above? I'm open to negotiations.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Dear future hubster,
do you think we're middle class? Pretentious, Sunday-brunch, art gallery type middle class? I was walking through town Saturday around noon and mentally frowned at well-maintained, well-dressed, good-looking people carrying bakery-made cakes and thought "pffff, going for a Smug Couple's Lunch eh?" Then I mentally looked in the mirror and saw myself carrying some crackers and fruits and a bouquet, going to a friend's place for lunch. Where we agreed on a museum-apéro for next week. And rearranged her furniture. Is it ok with you if we end up being middle class?

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Dear future hubster,
remember that Madonna song, from Evita, "I'll be surprisingly good for you"? I keep singing it. And I keep thinking how grateful you'll be for my coffee. I don't mean to brag, but I really make good coffee. With the heart and everything. I mean, even my Italian friends still think mine is acceptable. And they are very sensitive about that!
I just hope you actually drink coffee. 

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Dear future hubster,
We were in sweet southern Spain when I decided I don't need a cocktail-boy. The one we met there was not very original, only remotely cute and waaay to shy for a tequila-fueled heartbreaker.
It's good to revise expectations time and again. I'm coming home to just share a good glass of wine with you. 

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Dear future hubster,
We are in tornado-land now. Yesterday afternoon I had to mentally get ready to hide in the bathtub, with the mattress over me. I'm sure you would have laughed at me a lot. I did too, when I pictured myself in there.
But you know, it was a scary thought. Next time something similar happens, please pretend you're trained for tornado watches and tell me it's going to be ok. You know that I believe everything I hear.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Dear future hubster,
when I first really thought about you was when we went to the movies with Bea. It was a Sunday, it rained, buses barely ran. Then I realized I need to let you know that your coming picking us up after some Brad Pitt-related chick flick (a chick flick about baseball, ha!) is highly appreciated. VERY highly indeed. I'll make you hot chocolate when we get home, is that a fair deal?