Dear Mr. Australian Accent Prince Charming

Mr Australian Accent and I met at a club in Vegas... hey no judgement! It was at Lavo, so that's classy, you know? Anyway... you'll see what happens in Vegas... well, you know the rest.

Dear Mr Australian Accent,

Well, hi. Um.. sheesh, that accent. Why does it make me so nervous? Say my name again... gosh. Wow. Okay.. I'll stop now. It was just suppossed to be a girls night. I was there with my two girlfriends and we were hanging out, waiting for the tables to be cleared so we could dance. Anyway, I saw you across the room long before we chatted and I thought, "oh. he's cute," but then again so are lots of other people, so I didn't think of anything at the time. Also, I don't approach guys in this city. I feel like that's asking for trouble, so I just wait in my dazzling dress, eyes wandering the room until I am approached. The night was getting weird and we kept getting shifted all over the place because the staff was setting stuff up. And people were starting to get drunk, which I guess is what you do. I actually stay fairly sober even when I'm out. I usually have two drinks at the most. I guess my acting abilities make me able to be just as psycho crazy when I'm sober as others can be drunk haha.

My friends and I were talking, chillin' when a very outgoing spunky Australian guy came up to us and just started talking . We hit it off because he was so goofy and then he introduced us to all your friends. I suppose there were thirty of you guys on a business celebration trip for the top salesmen in your company? Is that right? Anyway, you Australians are so stinkin' funny! Your sense of humor is hilarious and it's fun just to listen to you talk... about anything. Literally anything... you don't even know. So, the goofy guy who first approached us and a couple other guys were talking with us and then you joined the circle (to my girlish heart's excitement) and joined in the conversation. And then things happened to where you were standing next to me. Heart beating slightly faster... Of course, in these situations it is of the utmost importance to play it cool, to be relaxed, so I was. Then we started talking about our families, remember? You had a sister in France and a brother in Switzerland or something glamorous like that. We were joking with the whole circle about the different names for things in America and Australia.. rubbage, jumper, thongs..which are flip flops for us... that was funny. And then the host guy came up and I had a really good life conversation with him actually about goals and perseverance. He told me that we were the most genuine girls he'd met since he was in Vegas... of course he was pretty tipsy, but that was nice. However, I was afraid I lost you for the night and you'd move on to another conversation, so I was overly delighted when you brought me a drink instead. And we got to talk more.. just me and you. THIS IS SO COOL! THE GUY I SAW ACROSS THE ROOM WHO I LIKED MOST AND I WERE THERE TALKING! It was reall!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!! You had to lean into my ear to talk because of the "noise" but I didn't mind. The boss guy kept bringing everyone shots! Remember? And he kept bringing us drinks though my friends and I tried to refuse. And refuse and refuse. To be honest, I drank more than I've ever drunk in my life at one sitting. I think I had three shots and 2 and a half drinks. Hey, that's a lot for me!!! I'm a lightweight. Anyway, we talked as we got more and more buzzed. I admired your sweetness and your passion for life... along with how amazing you looked in your suit and your sexy jawline... I know, I have a weird fetish haha.

So then I asked you if Australians knew how to dance. You rolled your eyes, grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor. I now vaguely remembered I was supposed to be the dd... but I was pretty sure I was too tipsy for that and I didn't care because a super hott sexy Australian guy wanted to dance with me. I felt like Cinderella at my own ball if you will. And man, did we dance. You said the cutest things, like "you're so cuddly" adorable and "I really feel a connection with you".. actually I think you said that a few times. Just as our bliss was beginning, my friend came up and said we had to go because my other friend got sick. I told her to give me five minutes and then... we kissed. Right in the middle of the music and the confetti and the flashing lights and crowd of people. It was cute. It was much more than five minutes before my friend came back... because she's awesome like that. And I had to leave the ball early and unexpectedly. As I rushed out the door, you followed me to my surprise and said you would take us home in your limo... but we nicely declined. I got a last moment with you. My friend came up and said, "kiss, kiss, exchange info, let's go"... she was so great while my other friend was a champ trying to hold it all together. You looked at me with longing eyes that made me melt and said, "but I thought...." "I know. I'm sorry" I interrupted. And then I said, "if you don't want my number, I understand." To which you responded, "Are you kidding? What an insult! What an insult... you're such a beauty" Oh, that accent.. you're killing me. So one last kiss and I left hastily, but I did manage to leave a glass slipper (my phone number) before us girls pranced out into the glowing lights of this city of lavish parties.

When we got back to the hotel room, we all debrief on the evening an laughed and giggled and theorized about the next night. I missed you already. For me, you weren't just a kiss, you were a prince charming of sorts because you were so gentlemanly and charming. I fell asleep melancholy at 3am and woke up at 7am with a huge sugar rush, so I worked out, got ready, walked around and ate breakfast before my friends woke up. I was trying to forget because I assumed you wouldn't contact me.. but I still kept checking my phone like a girl haha. At lunch, you did give me a call. You wanted us to come over to the pool before you had to check out at 3. Ah! I was so freaking out when you called me back. My friends were too sick, but nothing would stop me from seeing you one last time. So we went to the pool and kissed and kissed and kissed some more, it was hot! And shameless and I'm sure ppl were looking at us weird, but what do you expect?! This is Vegas people!

Saying goodbye to you was actually kind of sad. WHY COULDN'T YOU BE HERE ONE MORE NIGHT?? like for reals. You told me tenderly that you didn't want to leave and I told you that I didn't want you to leave either. So, we had our dramatic goodbye and we probably both knew we'd never see each other again, unless we ever travel across the world. The modern life is like that though. So then, I walked down the strip in the afternoon, watched the bellagio water show and then met up with my friends. We napped and went out again the next night, but I was over it. I was missing you and wishing you were there. Don't get me wrong, the view was cool and the music was amazing, so we did dance.. and that was fun for sure. But we didn't drink anything so as people got progressively drunk, they looked progressively stupid. I was sure you were over it, but then I got your sweet e mail and I thought if things were more practical, they could have gone somewhere. I smiled as I read it. We are pen pals. Well, we were for two weeks and then life happens and you meet someone else... or at least I did later that night on the dance floor, he swing danced with me and talked about church in a Vegas club. It was hilarious, and he lives in dc, which is on the other side of the US, but at least not the other side of the world... Oh, come on. You're gorgeous, I'm sure girls are stumbling all over themselves when they meet you.

It was perfect in a way. That's the thing about Vegas. Things can happen that aren't real... and eventually everyone goes home. It's all one big empty show and It's kind of emotional, at least for me. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet with you and dance with you and hear you talk all night!

Sincerely,

Cinderella

The End

Dear Reader,

Now, I have to be honest with you darling reader. As you have surveyed the many men I've dated, strange and fun alike, you are probably like, "wow, girl. wow. That's a lot of guys in 8 months" And I get that a lot... It doesn't bother me. I liked the adventure and the attention, I was bored and in a new city without the active social life I am used to, so I created it for myself and honestly, I have no regrets. I learned so much about myself and about men in general. I was able to target the specific traits I want in a man.

Also, I have a confession to make. The men that I have adored most deeply are not included these afore-written letters. There are some things in life that are too deep, too real and too vulnerable to put online in writing. I have moved on and am very happy where I am at. But the men that I speak of are the ones that I keep my eye on. Maybe you have some of your own. Men with a history somehow weigh heavier in your heart. These are the men that I watch from a distance because every man hates a clingy gal. And I wait. If they want me, they will find me and if not, some other wonder in a suit will come into my life. So, in the meantime, I do my own thing. These men have been very deep and wonderful and the most confusing parts of my life, but that's because they are the best ones and ironically enough, I actually did not meet them online. Maybe... just maybe, that could be saying something.

Thank you for reading. For now, this concludes the blog... unless I start dating anytime soon hehe

Sincerely,

A writer... that crazy girly writer

Dear Mr. Friend

Mr Friend and I met online.

Dear Mr. Friend,

I am so glad that we have similar career goals and that our relationship wasn't sabotaged by romance. You are so refreshing to talk to and the only one from my online dating experience that I am in touch with. I have a feeling that we will be friends for a very long time and I am grateful. Thank you for all your advice, encouragement and help with my dreams. Looking forward to our next coffee or lunch to discuss life. Um, don't know what else to say? Guess I'll say it in person next time I see you :)

Sincerely,

That girl who actually is just a friend... amazing!

Dear Mr. Tentative

Mr. Tentative and I met online. He was one of the first guys I started talking to and one of the last guys I dated before I was finished with all of the shenanigans. So we dated the longest. I was also the most serious about him. We almost dated in real life... so this letter might be a book haha, you've been warned.

Dear Mr. Tentative,

Breath. Okay. I remember seeing your profile online and being so excited because you were tall dark and handsome... and did I say tall? 6' 6" was it? Anyway, we started talking and I suppose I got lucky because I was the only one you really actually met in person from the site. I remember we met at downtown Disney at the Jazz Cafe and just talked all things family, life, friends, funny stories and we clicked so quickly. We came from such a similar background and that was sooo attractive to me. My theory is the most you can have in common as far as the background and upbringing is concerned the less likely discrepancies will occur about the bigger decisions in life. Granted we had similar families and both of us loved the families we came from. I also met someone that was as family-oriented as I was and you'd be surprised at how difficult that is. Haha, I remember I blew off another guy to go on a date with you... wise choice in retrospect.

One of my favorite traits about you is your spontaneity. I remember getting a phone call from you the night before and you saying you were going to take me on a coffee date in the morning. That was another cool thing. You always said, "I'd like to take you on a date." I just liked how you would use the correct terminology and refer to it as a date instead of "hanging out" like the other lame-os. Thanks. Also, you always picked the place. :) You'd have an idea in mind and a plan all set. That is so sexy, you don't even know. A man who can make a decision, who has an opinion and can put something together.

I remember going out to breakfast and the Asian waitress saying that we were the most beautiful couple she's ever seen. That lady probably gets good tips haha. I remember when we sat on top of the hill overlooking the sparkling lights that represented life below and having a great life chat while eating the pomegranates you brought for us. I remember walking on the beach at night while enjoying the cider you prepared for us with ALL the toppings... soooo cute! We looked out at a rig and pretended it was an alien ship and then we met that one drunk guy hahahaha. I liked being engulfed in your arms by a huge hug. Precious.

We were having so much fun and things were progressing slowly, which was refreshing because all the other guys kept trying to kiss me the whole time... oh yeah, not sure if you knew I was dating more than one person at the moment haha. sorry, I don't think you're the type who would have taken it well. I did however fizzle out all the guys until I was only dating you... and this is going to sound so dysfunctional, but I hated that! When you're dating a few guys there is always someone willing to give you attention. But, waiting for your texts made me kind of get upset with myself. Ugh. I feel desperate waiting for a reply. I hate that I feel desperate. You wouldn't text me for days and then all the sudden you'd say, "this is what we're doing. I miss you." I think part of it is that you don't know how to really handle girls. You haven't had that much experience, but I think that's kind of a cute asset. You were very conservative and that was adorable as well.

We even got to the point where we met each other's families and everything went so well. My mom raved and raved about the flowers you brought her and the gift you brought for the family. My siblings adored you because you were so much fun. My family was all about it. And I liked your family too. They were routy and competitive and traditional like we were. I hit it off with your parents and your grandma is so stinkin' funny. Really. That was a crazy weekend. I met your family, you met mine and then.... pause... waiting... nothing... We even talked about it and still nothing progressed. Maybe you're the type of person that takes a relationship very seriously and you knew you weren't ready as much as everything else lined up. That makes sense, I suppose.

So, if things we're going so well, why did everything come to a halt???

1. Long distance, and by long distance I mean 2 hours away. I learned something very important about myself. When I get a boyfriend we will need to be close and able to be present in each other's lives. This girl has MAJOR issues with long distance and the communication kinks it brings. In fact, I think a long distance relationship is a form of torture, it sounds absolutely miserable to me and I don't think I'd ever do it for real. I'm far too artistic or emotional or however you decide to label it.

2. Remember, I wanted to hang out with you on Valentines day and you said you couldn't because you were doing something with your mom... REALLY? If you weren't so innocent, I wouldn't believe you. I mean, it's cute that you actually are that kind of guy. However, I can't spend forever fighting with your mom for time with you on Vday. like for reals. That was super annoying and a huge wake up call.

3. You couldn't finish things or complete them and this was what actually ended everything for me. It was rough to watch you go through the application process for your dream job and quit at the end. I loved listening to your dreams and the things you wanted to do in your life. They were fun, huge things that I could attach to and support, but I couldn't help but think they would never happen because of your lack of follow-through. I remember you talked to me about asking my dad if you could date me before we became "official" and I waited months and that NEVER happened. You had a habit of making plans, beginning them, yet never finishing...including your bachelor's degree. I wasn't going to make a big deal about it because it's not the end of the world, but it's something that YOU wanted and you gave up on yourself. It's terrible to watch. So I decided I couldn't be attached to that. It was too much watching you forever almost finish things or make "tentative" plans. It was exhausting and so disillusioning especially considering your advanced potential and ability to do whatever you want. I say that truthfully. You could have your pick of careers. everyone who meets you falls in love with you! And I see why. You are genuine with a giving heart, solid integrity, developed character and a fun personality. You, however, lack the diligence or motivation to complete a task. Or maybe you get scared at the end? I didn't make an exact conclusion. Anyway, we are still friends on face book and we have each others numbers, so I might give you a couple years to get it together and figure out what you want to do, to complete some things and if you still think of me, I might be here. I say might because I could be living in New York or Paris like I've always wanted to...Oh, that was another thing. You were nailed to the ground. You didn't want to travel all over like I did. You thought that sounded crazy. I get that. It's not for everyone.

An almost.. a very close, but no dice. I am grateful to have known you, you are a kind gentleman. Thank you for a wonderful time and who knows? ...

Sincerely,

Miss Finish Line

Dear Mr. Almost Perfect

Mr. Almost Perfect and I met online and chatted a little before meeting up.

Dear Mr. Almost Perfect,

The funny thing is that I didn't expect to like you half as much as I did. I scheduled a coffee date with you one evening in between visiting one of my good guy friends (but for real, he is just a friend). And coffee chatter just went so well, too well. Not only are you deep and kind and gentlemanly, but mature and fun and nerdy in the sexiest way possible. We ended up talking for hours and I pushed meeting my friend back a little. Haha, remember how you asked about the wine bottle in my car? It was because I was taking it as a house warming present later haha, never mind. I just remembered that and it made me laugh to myself.

We met up again. And you picked this very price-y sushi place where we had amazing sushi and I tried saki for the first time, then we drove around and talked. You turned to me and said you didn't want the night to end, so I took you to my secret lookout spot and we jumped that fence haha, we stared at the entire valley with all the lights twinkling their brightest and you leaned in and kissed me... and kissed me and well, you remember ;). It was so romantic kissing on top of the world-- one of my favorite dates of all time.

I also really liked those few rendezvous where you would catch me right after work and we would go off and just talk the evening away. We even resented the green traffic lights because the red ones meant we could kiss longer. I went away for a  week and I actually missed you while I was gone. The times I visited you were just as magical, walking hand in hand by the beaches in the evening, we just knew each other.

 And we went to that one bar. There was this moment when I was talking and you kissed me mid sentence. "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself, you're so beautiful," you said. Anyway, you always made me feel special and I had never kissed anyone at a bar top before, so fun. I felt I had known you forever and you were always so respectful of my boundaries, especially physically and I appreciated that.

I liked you hair and your jawline and the little smirk you got as you opened the door for me and that smile right as you leaned in to kiss me, I liked that you always were open about how you felt and honest about where you were at, I  liked that you were responsible and a good communicator, that you had a real job and you were so giving. Mostly, I liked your heart, how genuine and giving and gentle you were. So considerate. And, to be honest, a lot of people don't believe in my career goals, they think I'm frivolous and stupid for choosing what I chose so it was very refreshing to meet someone that was soooo supportive. And thanks for setting up my website even after we stopped dating. It shows the depth of your character and the value of your word. I know you will go places in this world because..well, you already are successful and you are so loveable as a person;I'm sure everyone adores you. I often feel that you are the man that got away.

We were very honest with each other as we ended it. We had some core religious differences. You were in "torture" I think the word was because you couldn't sleep with me and you just couldn't do it anymore. Drama king. It's funny because you're the one who actually ended it. I remember saying goodbye and then crying afterwards, which surprised me. I didn't even know that I liked you THAT much. And it took me a good two months to get over you, which was unusual for me in the strange binge dating subculture I was in.

 We already told each other all that we liked about one another and knew that it couldn't continue so better to end sooner rather than later. I wasn't ready for it to end yet. I deleted my account and stopped to think for a month because you shook me a little. I hadn't liked anyone that much in a while and I could actually see us together long term. Do you know how unusual that is?? For me??? Anyway, any girl will be lucky to be yours someday and I hope you stay your sweet self. As for me, life is good, simple, I get to pursue my passions and you are happier when you do what you love anyway. ugh... Why did our beliefs have to be soooo different?? GRRR!!!

Sincerely,

That California Dreamer

Dear Mr. Baggage

Dear Mr. Baggage,


I saved this letter for one of the last ones because... ugh, I still don't know what to say. Well, I suppose it would help to start at the beginning. I met you online, we messaged for a couple weeks and then I was "exclusively" dating someone else at the moment, so we took a couple month break and eventually got back in touch and met up for coffee. To be honest, I was expecting that to be the one and only date. However, you came right from work in your tie and slacks and we met in my break before a rehearsal that night. You do clean up nicely. Anyway, we started talking about life and transirions and family and I thought, "wow, he is waay cooler than I thought he'd be." You totally surprised me. You were very unassuming and confident, gosh! that's so attractive in a man. Then you got very vulnerable about where you were.. and it wasn't creepy or clingy or too much, which is strange. How did you even do that? I suppose you were just very honest. I think you're one of those people that decides either someone will like me or they wont. You can be kind and goofy and we joked around a lot. There had to be a second date.

So, we met up for chicken waffles and walked and talked in the glowing evening and we went for thai food another time. Everything was going great. We were both able to be super real and everything seemed fantastic. And!!!! Because you are stinkin' adorable, you took me to my first hockey game... and now I'm an addict! Why had I never been to a game before. they get to hit each other and it's legal!!! In fact, it's encouraged. You were very patient in explaining all the rules and just very sweet in general. Do you remember that night? You walked me to my car and we were embracing when I actually made the first move and kissed you. What? I never do that! I think I totally caught you off guard, but man, that was an AMAZING kiss, like wow! But then, you noticed all the cars driving by and I don't think you like PDA, like at all... am I right? So, you quickly diverted to get food someplace nearby. THE WHOLE RIDE over to the joint, I thought, "OMG!!! Why did I kiss him? He is probably completely grossed out and thinks I'm too forward. No! I made it awkward... I never make things awkward. ugh... why did I do that???!!!" Yeah, I never told you that part, but I was freaking out. We walked inside to order and as I was being nervous while attempting to survey the menu. You bumped into me, which I ignored because it was so slight. Then, you nudged me a little more obviously and as I looked your way, you were also staring at the menu, but smiling mischievously. "Oh! Thank God! He's flirting with me!!!!" I was so relieved after that. "Phew. He likes me; I didn't freak him out. yay!" And then we chatted over dinner and afterwards, you held my hand outside.. ah!!! cute! Just as the conversation in the parkinglot was winding down, a bunch of fireworks from a nameless amusement park went off and so there we were watching them, arm in arm, in a parking lot. It was so fun because it was so spontaneous.

Remember that terrible week you had? Where everything at work was hectic? We were looking forward to the weekend, but I didn't realize how much until you hugged me when you greeted me... and you didn't let go. "I really need tonight," you said so sweetly that it caught me off guard. We had wing stop and just walked and talked, a perfect night. I actually felt like we were boyfriend and girlfriend, which actually rarely happens to me. I date a lot of people and most of the time they feel like dates.So this was something new. And then came the constant texting and more dates and more conversations about everything and watching movies or more like kissing while a movie is playing in the background. hehe. Anyway, it was very fun.... at the beginning.

The thing that was inconsistent was your mood swings. You would have these random moments where you would be very closed off and hard. I know we discussed how you are an INTJ personality and so you are overly logical in the way you see the world, which sometimes makes you come off as unsympathetic. But, it was weird how you could be totally vulnerable about talking about something to a certain extent and in the same conversation totally shut off. And then you started to shut off to me. Maybe you got over it, maybe I wan't as interesting anymore? but it showed. And why were you still constantly texting me if you were over it? Lonely? You stopped paying for me and got very closed and apathetic about where we would hang out. I could see that this was coming to a close, which was unfortunate because we had so many sweet moments together.

Do you remember the last time we hung out? It was at that Irish pub. I told myself that if you were going to continue to be annoyingly closed off and distant that it would be the last time I'd see you...and it was. Oh, come on. It was obvious. The dinner conversation was lacking, we were wandering around stupid banana republic talking about how much I hated orange and when I suggested that we do something, you turned down all my ideas, so I asked what was up and when you said, "nothing," I told you we could end the night. "No," you insisted. So then when we went back to my car and started kissing at this perfect spot on a hill, until.... you didn't even want to kiss me!!!! What? I don't know why I was so emotional. "Well, we can just go home then" I kindly and solemnly said on the brink of tears. You couldn't see because my head was turned away. And then, you grabbed my waist and held me. I'm so confused! I don't do this. Unlike most modern girls, I actually HATE these kind of games with a passion. But, you still were being distant and weird, so I eventually drove us back. You could feel the tension in the car. "So are you over it?" I asked. "What do you mean? " you said. Really? are you that oblivious? "You and me. Us. Are you over it?" and you're response actually surprised me. "What? NO! I'm... I'm sorry. I'm just really tired." Like you were shocked I would suggest such a thing. "Well, you just seem like you're really not into it." "No, that's not true," you pleaded. I dropped you off at your car... and WHY am I driving anyway??? "Goodnight," "goodnight."
You texted me the next day about your refrigerator and I asked if you were beginning to get emotionally invested because I was. When you said, "it takes a long time for me to be emotionally invested," I told you I couldn't do it and we said our polite goodbyes.

I don't know if it was because of the stuff with your dad? Maybe you're so afraid to let someone connect with you because that leaves you vulnerable to get hurt? Maybe you're emotionally protecting yourself? Maybe you're just really selfish and this is what you do.. get girls to break up with you so you don't have to feel guilty about ending it because you don't want to quit on someone like your dad did? But at the same time, you're shutting off which defeats the whole purpose anyway.. You're just very hard and I learned I could never be with someone that was so emotionally hard and unavailable. It would drive me crazy. I won't chase someone my whole life, that's exhausting. I want someone who is soft and kind and thoughtful, who is sweet and tender. Enough of these "macho" men. blegh. No offense... actually yes offense. I hope you are offended and next time you learn how to better communicate. So there. But I really am sorry it came to this...

Sincerely,

That girl once in your arms

Dear Mr. Playboy

I met Mr. Playboy online and we met up pretty quickly after we started talking

Dear Mr. Playboy,
So, I have to say that I made a rule for myself that I don't date actors, but you were so stinkin' adorable, I intentionally broke my rule, knowing that this would only last so long. I also could tell right off the bat that you were a total jerk... I mean, a nice, cute and cuddly jerk, but a jerk none the less. You knew exactly what you were doing as far as flattering me and ect, but really, the only person you can think of is yourself. However, your arrogance and selfishness was almost innocent. It was as if you were so dumb, the only way you could survive would be to think of yourself. I, like a sicko found that endearing for a while... and you were a fantastic kisser haha.

Our first date was at this Korean restaurant for kbbq, which was points. I walked into the place, you had already ordered us drinks and I sat down and we just started talking as if we had known each other forever. It was so much fun to connect so fast. We went for a walk and you put your arm around me, more laughter and trying to find a place that sells boba tea, which failed. Then, you had me twirl and before I knew it, we were kissing under the moon. Cute. You were actually quite sweet.

So, we then met up for ice cream cones and wandered around a local park talking about our childhoods and obviously, more kissing.

My favorite date with you was dancing in Hollywood. We met up and drove right up hollywood Blvd where you just so "happened" to know a guy who would chauffeur us around in this very fancy bmw. Look at you with your connections. Well, what else are you supposed to do in an expensive car going down one of the world's most famous boulevards among the flashing lights and young people, but make out like crazy people, so of course we had to follow suit haha. I'm not really like that, I mean making out when the driver is present, but there are exceptions for some things in life. It was definitely a moment to look  out the back window at the bright world passing by, us totally oblivious. Well, your friend had more connections to get us into this better club. He made a phone call and told us to walk up tot he bouncer and ask for Chris and then to tell him we were april and charlie. So, we did and we got VIP treatment to the "special" entrance... whatever that means. Anyway.. remember everyone giving us those glow sticks and the blaring music and smoke? sheesh. It was crazy, but so fun. We danced for a while and then you took me by the hand and lead me around (probably as you have done with so many other girls, but this night, I didn't care) and I thought we looked good together, like we complimented each other well. I imagined the other people at the club, who weren't high out of their minds thought, "wow, they're cute together. They fit so well." And we ran around with laughter in our eyes. Then, onto the next club, more driving than before. A crazy night! One for the books.

I think we met up for a "chat" (aka making out) once more before my class... and then I ended it. I mean, anyone can tell that the relationship was purely physical and as much fun as it is, it does get old and shallow and I got bored of the same thing over and over again. And you were pushing to sleep with me, which was a no. I was craving depth. It goes back to the whole "feeling chosen" idea. I got this feeling that it wouldn't matter if it was me or some other pretty girl, you would be just as happy with her and that bothered me. AND, you are such a playboy... and like shamelessly, it's so funny to me that you genuinely don't find anything wrong about it and you love Michael W. Smith at the same time!

Anyway, I don't have any regrets. It was such a fun Hollywood adventure and you were attractive to my inner "rebellious teenager" that I haven't explored too thoroughly. An experience! That's what it was. I know every man hates this, but you were an experience for me and I'd never do it again, but it was fun ;)

Sincerely,

That Wanna-be "bad girl"