An Open Letter
April 23rd, 2007
Dear Girl-at-the-concert,
I just wanted you to know that I love you. Well, not really. Maybe I only like the thought of you; the concept. You bumped into me at one point when the creepy guy invaded your space. It was almost like I hadn’t been a hulking, slowly-bouncing-to-the-song stranger nearby. Plus, I noticed you had a wristband. Yay at least 21 years old is better than something under 21.
To the strange girl who came up and grabbed my wrist, checked it and proclaimed, “Oops, wrong one.” You, I don’t love so much. That was a little weird and I didn’t (and still don’t) know what happened there. Are you stalking me? At least you had a wristband on too.
Have a nice day at college tomorrow because you looked really young and I kinda felt bad for noticing you had a nice ass. Sorry. I’ll try harder next time.
Sincerely,
That Guy Standing sorta close but not to close to be creepy
3 Responses to “An Open Letter”
EXCELLENT! *clap clap*
~H
A fun entry. What was the concert if I may ask?
The Pietasters
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