Dear Mr. Flake

Mr. Flake and I met online and messaged and texted and talked on the phone....well, you'll see...

Dear Mr. Flake,
I think my favorite thing about you is your voice. It is strong and deep and confident. It's one of those masculine voices that just makes me want to make you talk and talk forever so I can listen. Sexy. just sayin'.

I was excited about meeting you, mainly because of your voice, but also because we did have a lot in common. We were both family people, goal oriented, work hard, play hard, creative, fun, funny ect. And you are tall. Why is that also soooo attractive? Anyway, you were always clever in your texts and I looked forward to our phone conversations. I remember our first scheduled date was sabataged by your office, which is cool. I am a working girl, so I get the career thing. No major harm done. I am glad there was a mall close to the agreed meeting spot, as I was waiting two hours to see if you would get off for sure. When it fell through, I just thought 'next time'.

I think I went to Tahoe for a week and when I got back, we agreed to meet up again. Then you called me to say that you had to suddenly help a friend move out and it was some kind of emergency, so would tomorrow work? My patience was wearing, but I was in a good mood that day, so sure. We agreed  that you would call me at one the next day to set something up. When you hadn't called and it was 2 o clock, I just let you know I was over it. Done. Nothing was materializing and you obviously weren't interested. And then there was a sob story about how you lost your job. Okay, maybe it was just a bad time for you to try and be dating people when you needed to focus on other things. But honestly, if you were a little more organized and focused maybe you could complete tasks, follow through and you would still have a job...just sayin'.

Sincerely,

A Responsible Human Being