Tuesday, May 11, 2010

High Top



Dear John,

I'm waiting for you to arrive at my house right now.

Can I be honest? You're too young for me. You're very nice, so sweet and caring. Not that I'm old or anything, but you're just 22. A young pup really. When I think about my priorities when I was 22, it makes me feel silly.

If I can be even more honest... you're just really pretty to look at, and you have a big penis. Those things are quite appealing when you're not looking for much more. I don't think it's going to work out, I'm afraid. But in the meantime, you're a lot of fun.


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