Okay, this has got to stop.
The letters I found cute. The flowers sweet. But it was when you started following me around on the bus, I began to get weirded out.
Then came your proposal. I told you no. That I didn’t swing that way, and now you’ve slashed my tires?!
As a public figure, I would have thought you would have more respect for somebody else’s privacy. But you sit outside of my house night after night with binoculars. Even my repeated calls to the police do little to dissuade you. Not cool, seriously not cool.
Mr. Biden, I beseech you to turn your attention somewhere else. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. That may sound trite, but it is true.