To That Girl Last Night
I’ll withold your name, but I just want to say I’m sorry for chatting with you over coffee in the kitchen, and then telling you that you’re totally gorgeous while standing right in front of your boyfriend. It was worth it for the smile you gave me, but I didn’t mean to make him pissed off at you, or at me. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You certainly didn’t tell me, or show it with those bambi eyes. How could I have possibly guessed that a girl like you would be with a guy like him? I mean he seemed pretty cool, had fairly good taste in music, probably a really nice guy over all. But you deserve so much more. So forgive me. I had no idea. Hopefully he didn’t stay angry too long after I left.
On second thought, hopefully I was the catalyst it took for you to decide to dump his ass. Call me. One of your friends can get my number. 
November 12th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
damn. that sounds like an amazingly fun evening. i’ve never really understood the overly jealous protective boyfriend schtick that so many guys embody. are they really that insecure in their relationship that they think their girlfriend is actually going to go home with some guy who’s chatting them up? how is it in any way their girlfriend’s fault? it has led me again and again to the conclusion that most men are just stupid.