Dear future hubster

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.

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.

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.

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

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.