dear mr. hottie-pants,

i'm sorry i didn't comment to you about the lack of green beans last night or wish you merry Christmas or anything. i'm even sorrier i didn't park way down the block, but instead made a u-turn and came back and parked on the other side of the street, so there was no need for me to ask you to walk me to my car. but what can i say. i didn't feel cute, and you're still a smoker. naught will come of us at this rate.