Jeremy Mills Facebook ad: “Hi… excuse me, ma’am…”

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Hi… excuse me, ma’am… I know you don’t know me… and no… I’m not here to waste your time. My name is Jeremy… but most people call me Chico. Is it alright… if I compliment you? Because honestly… you are beautiful. Not just in appearance… but in the way your presence carries peace. The way your energy slowed the room down when you walked by. And I know this may sound forward… but I couldn’t let someone like you pass me… without at least introducing myself. I noticed you’re by yourself… does that mean you’re single? And if I assumed wrong… forgive me. I would never want to make you uncomfortable. I just believe… when God places something special in front of you… sometimes you have to be brave enough to speak. I see you’re wearing red… is that your favorite color? Maybe we start simple… coffee? Black? Cream? Sugar? Or maybe we skip the coffee… and just sit somewhere quiet… where two souls can speak without pretending to be someone else. Tell me about you… Dinner? Lunch? A casual conversation? Maybe a walk through the park… Should I bring food… or should we just walk and talk… collecting pieces of each other one sentence at a time? You know… during the day, I still appreciate the stars. Maybe because I learned… some people shine even when the sun is out. Do you like slow jams? Country music? What’s that one song… that touches your soul every single time it plays? Do you love Christ? Because He is my Father… my foundation… my direction when life gets loud. Do you have kids? I’d love to hear about them someday. Daughters? Sons? I can already imagine the smile on your face while you talk about the people you love most. Do you like traveling? First class? Or road trips… where we stop at random places just to collect memories together? Do you cook? Because I do… but I think cooking together sounds better. That door? I’ll open it. Your hand? I’ll hold it gently. Your time? I’ll appreciate it. Your smile? I’ll remember it. Your heart? That’s something I would earn… not assume belongs to me. Your love? Something I would build carefully… through trust… consistency… and prayer. Perfume? I love it. Cologne? I wear it with intention. Shopping? Let’s do it together. Matching outfits? Why not let the world see unity… instead of confusion? Kissing? Only if you let me. Praying? Always. Because God must lead us before emotions ever do. My intentions? To walk with you all the way to the finish line. Tears? Only the kind that come from healing… joy… and answered prayers. Do I drink? Only to celebrate growth… success… and the life we build together. Cheers? To both of us. Outdoors? Anywhere with you feels peaceful. Growth? I want that with your head resting on my chest… while the world around us slows down for a moment. Communication? Not yelling. Not pride. Not ego. Just two people mature enough to understand each other… and patient enough to grow together. My cell phone? No secrets. Social media? If it ever threatens our peace… it can disappear. Finances? I may be successful… but under God… what’s mine becomes ours. Sex? Only with comfort… trust… and real connection. Lies? You would never be worth losing over dishonesty. Marriage? Only if forever truly means forever to you too. Your time? I’ll cherish it. My time? I’ll give it freely. My last name? I’d give it proudly… if your heart promised loyalty, love, and prayer beside me until the very end. And God? He remains our direction… until death. Because real love… isn’t built overnight. It’s prayed over… protected… forgiven through… grown through pain… and strengthened through purpose. And if our story ever began… I would want it to start with honesty… grow with loyalty… and never end. Can I ask you something else? When life hurts you… do you run from people… or do you pray through the pain? Because I’ve learned… the strongest people often smile the hardest while carrying the heaviest battles. And your eyes… they look like they’ve seen both pain and purpose. Tell me… what makes you feel safe? Not impressed… not entertained… safe. Is it honesty? Consistency? Prayer? Peace? What makes your soul finally exhale? When was the last time someone listened to you… without interrupting… without judging… without waiting for their turn to speak? Because I could sit for hours and learn every chapter of your mind. Tell me about your younger self… What did little you dream about becoming? Are you still chasing those dreams… or did life force you to become strong before you were ready? What keeps you awake at night? And what brings you peace in the morning? Do you overthink too? Do you ever stare out the window in silence… asking God for clarity while pretending to everybody else that you’re okay? See… those are the conversations I value. Not just beauty… but depth. Not just attraction… but understanding. What’s your love language? Words? Touch? Time? Acts of service? Mine? Presence. Just knowing someone chooses you fully… without confusion… without games… without temporary intentions. Can I ask something deeper? When you pray… what do you ask God for the most? Peace? Healing? A family? Purpose? Or maybe… someone who finally understands your heart without you having to explain why it hurts sometimes. What kind of woman are you when nobody is watching? That matters to me. Because the world teaches people how to perform… but God watches character in private. Can you handle silence? Not awkward silence… peaceful silence. The kind where two people sit together… and neither feels the need to pretend. Would you dance with me in the kitchen with no music playing? Would you pray with me on hard days when neither one of us has the answers? Would you stay… when life stops being easy? Because love is beautiful… but commitment is sacred. I don’t just want your attention. I want your trust. I want the version of you that the world never slowed down enough to understand. I want to know your fears… your favorite childhood memory… the things that make you laugh uncontrollably… the moments that made you cry alone. I want to know why your guard exists… who broke your trust… and how I can protect your heart instead of damaging it further. Flowers? I’ll buy them. Random notes? I’ll leave them where you least expect it. Bad days? Lay your head on me. Good days? Let’s thank God together. Arguments? Let’s solve them with maturity… not pride. Distance? I’ll close it. Fear? We’ll pray through it. Temptation? We’ll fight it together. Your dreams? I’ll support them. Your calling? I’ll never compete with it. Because a real man… doesn’t silence a woman’s purpose. He protects it. And if one day God allows us to build something real… I don’t want temporary love. I want the kind that survives hard conversations… long nights… financial pressure… misunderstandings… aging… and every storm life sends our way. The kind of love where years later… I still look at you the same way I did the first moment I saw you. And if God asks me what I did with the woman He trusted me with… I want to say… “I loved her gently. I led her spiritually. I protected her emotionally. I honored her daily.” “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” — Peter 4:8