Dear future hubster

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.