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"
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