Dear chick I met at the club last night,
I am writing to inform you, that you are good. You are good in bed, which is a memory that will never change. But I don't love you hell I don't even know your name. You need to stop calling me. In fact I didn't even give you my number I gave you my Brother Alec's number because I thought it would be funny. I think he's gay, so don't waste the effort, besides he can't be as good as me. I have a sister though she's pretty hot or so I've been told, she gets around at least. I'll give her your number; I'm not really sure what stuff she's into.
Anyway remember when I said you were good? Well I lied. That is the only reason I no longer wish to see you. Well that and you voice is annoying, pulse you smell down there; you might want to see a doctor. Oh and razors aren't that expensive. Well good luck getting lucky in the future.
Jace the best fuck you've ever had Wayland