Letter from someone I once knew very well: Hello,
I saw you through the window of the N train this morning. I was waiting for the D train. Did you see me? I was wearing a , running shorts, and a boner? Hi. Hey, I just wanted to ask you something. Because you looked very beautiful to me and frankly, I'm usually too busy concentrating on maintaining my boner to notice other people, but man! You were hot. Hottie hot hot hotness. And it wasn't just because it is hot out today. I don't get hot. That's why I only wear running shorts. Anyway, looking at you made me feel hot so I thought I would ask if you wanted to hang out later. I mean, I could stalk you for awhile and find out everything about you anyway, but maybe it would just be easier to say yes and talk with me face to face. It's your choice really, but I hope you make the right one and say yes, because, trust me on this, it's really annoying to have a guy in shorts and an Indian hat and a boner follow you around and wait for you outside work, and steal your mail and hack into your computer and beat up your boyfriend.
We can make smoothies.