Dear A. My drunken mess.
So we met at that party. We both got drunk as fuck. There was so much drama involved that night but you know what? It was amazing. I’ll admit I was a little creeped out when I woke up in your arms on the couch, but everyone knows nothing happened, we just passed out together. Even if I was wearing your shirt.
I still have that, by the way. I’m wearing it right now. It doesn’t smell like you anymore but it still fits nice and looks fantastic on me. I’ve decided I’m holding it ransom. I know it was a drunken mess that night but it was also a ton of fun. So come down here and get it. I know it’s your favorite.
So we happen to live two hours apart. It’s not so bad when you have instant messaging and texting and cars. Might be a little rough on gas but we can make it work. We both want to. So get off your ass and man up. You’re telling everyone you’re dying to see me but you’re so damn shy when we talk. Get over it. I want you and I want to see where this goes.
You’re not going to scare me off with your piercings and tattoos and lack of employment or college degree. I like who you are. I want to get to know you better. Suck it up and tell me what’s going on in your silly little head.
Today I’m gonna take charge. Lay it all out and leave it on the table. Please, don’t fuck me over because you’re scared.
This could be something awesome. Give it a chance.