I exited the
dreaded
Maths room and as I walked to my next
class found a
note entitled "Dearest Emma". My
interest piqued I retrieved the note and unfolded it to find quite an unusal
letter. It said, and I
quote:
"Hi Emma, how are you. I am good. I wanted to take this chance to tell you how I really felt about you. I was afraid of being rejected by you before so I never had the guts. Anyway, I know you don't want a boyfriend or anything, but I was wondering if you would want to get it on with me? I'm a virgin, and I think you are too, so I think it'd be great to fuck our virginity away together, don't you think? But I don't want to pressure you, I mean, you can be in control and can decide how far you want to go. You can tell me what to do to you and I'll do anything, anything! I just want to fuck you so bad! But if you don't want to then maybe we can just play tonsil hockey or something."
"LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU, AND KISSING? YOU SOON"
I mean, seriously, this guy is completely screwed up. That was a days worth of
entertainment for my friends and I, unfortuneately we don't know who the
sender nor the
receiver is.