A letter from Arden Khan to a certain ‘David’
Dear David,
This letter is not intending to invite you for a relationship with me, I just want to thank you for driving me home safely which I never got to do after I went out of the car.
This is the boy you met on the midnight of April 16, 2011, Saturday, or in a more technical way of putting it- the boy you picked up along the road because you thought I was lost, miserable. I wasn’t. I told you that I just wanted to go elsewhere, but I didn’t know where exactly. I was so high and happy from The Script concert (front and center, meet and greet) and I thought going home would just spoil my night. When my bestfriend, LT, dropped me off the road along Libis, I told myself that I’d kill time there to smoke, text away, surf the internet from my mobile phone while thinking of where to go. And then you came.
You’ve been the most gentleman of all the men I have ever met. While others would pick me up from the road, have sex with me and forget who I was, you insisted in driving me home safely. I fancy that.
What I admire about you so much is how humble you were that night. I asked you for coffee, my treat, you refused because you said you’re already happy with the breakfast you got from Jollibee. I told you that I wasn’t scared when I hopped in the car because I thought your CRV was fancy, and you said that it wasn’t, it’s just a typical ride. Unlike other people who would brag about what they have, you didn’t. And while other people who pretend they care would just pick me up, drop me off to a safe place where I can get a cab, you drove me all the way to Countryside.
When you brought me home that night, not home- home, just outside our subdivision, I learned a lot about you. That you came from a fallen relationship and that you’re not yet ready to fall in love because of that. And I respect that, I just wish I’d known you better so I’d know how to act around you the next time we meet. If we ever will.
People say that it’s too impossible for me to meet someone who can make me CHECK all the boxes in my checklist for a perfect guy, well, what can I say, they thought it wrong. You have these following qualities I look for in a person, a guy:
- doesn’t go to gay-populated clubs (heck you don’t even have Facebook or Twitter accounts)
- listens to Jam 88.3 and rock’nroll alternative music
- in the Marketing industry, from a good school
- Chinese, great skin, nice smile, speaks the English language very well
- would ask me sweetly to quit smoking
- funny 
I found you. Or well, you found me. And I don’t think in a thousand days will I ever forget that moment. Why am I posting this? Why am I sounding so desperate and crazy? When you gave me your number and I saved it, I later on realized that I didn’t. Not until I got home. And you drove away.
I lost your number. Don’t think that I’m just one of those ungrateful guys, because I’m not. I am trying everything to get your number back, but I don’t think the universe is one with me at the moment in finding it.
On that note, if you ever trip on this post, thank you. Thank you for getting me home safely that night.
If you wanna reach me, I’m on Facebook. Just key in Arden Khan. Add me away. Well, make sure you create a Facebook account first for crying out loud.
We’re in the same industry, I know I’ll see you. And if I do, I’ll make sure to save your number.
Love,
Arden Khan
