Dear Dorito,
It was so nice of you to come out to Brooklyn from Gramercy Park on a Sunday when subways don't run, when you had to charge your phone at dunkin donuts 4 blocks from the bar prior to meeting, and when you then tried out drinking me. Won't work. You may get better looking (he didn't), but you won't keep my hoodie hostage forever. It's my favorite. The story you shared about pooping your pants was riviting. You really impressed my friends. Surprised you aren't called orange poopcicle instead of Dorito.
He's a ginger if no one caught that.
It's cute that you told me your roommate thinks I'm a catch. It was even cute when you tried meeting me while I was getting a mani pedi with my girlfriend after I asked you NOT to thrice. Damn hoodie.
Until we meet again (for my hoodie)...put some cologne on. I can smell how bad your want a girlfriend from Brooklyn.
Xoxos,
BWinTBC
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