Dear Mr Leather Jacket,
Okay.... Just because you drive a motorcycle and wear a leather jacket doesn't make you cool. I normally wouldn't mind these things, but I think it was the obnoxious tilt of the head, your wanna-be swagger. Sheesh?!!! What are you compensating for? And THEN! I had to sit there and listen to all your accomplishments, pretend like the fact that you are in an indie band is so legit. Please sir, this is L. A. The longer I sat there the more I got annoyed with your the perfectly sculpted hairdo. I am convinced you spent longer getting ready than I did. It was the symbol of your strenuous effort to make the"cool guy" image work, but everything was a dead giveaway. You just screamed, "please. love me, love me, accept me," and I don't have time to be your personal cheerleader 24/7. I'm a girl, not an idiot. You are insecure. Everything was so In-genuine. Please find who you are and just do that, you'd probably have a girlfriend... Well, a non-shallow girl who would stick around for a while.
And, you made me pay for myself!!! Granted, it's a burrito, but it's the concept that counts. Did you really think there would be a second date? Honestly? I texted you right after that I was over it, that you weren't my type. I think your response was, "Wow, glad you know exactly what you're looking for," you replied and thankfully that was the end of that. Please, grow up a little before you start seriously dating someone, do some major soul searching.
Sincerely,
Miss, Summer Sundresss
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