Dear You:

One of our readers had a little something to say about yesterday’s post :

Dear Guy Whose House I’m Leaving,

What we had last night was nice. And I am very glad that you are not slackin on yo pimpin, as evidenced by the wood floors. However, what’s done is done, and I need to get the heck out of dodge. I am a morning person, so unless you want me prying your eyelids open because I’m bored and can’t find anything to watch on television, then I suggest you STFU about me leaving. And clearly, if I am not trying to stick around, then

1) you have not sufficiently performed in order to knock me into a blissful sleep so that I DON’T leave at whatever early hour that I’m leaving;

2) last night was fueled by hormones and/or alcohol, and I have yet to develop the care that would make me concerned about waking your arse up; or

3) because this is a standard method of knocking a dude into a near comatose state, the fact that you are awake means that you’re gay, because clearly I don’t have what you are looking for.

So, I will put on my stilettos when I damn well please, and peace out.

Signed,

JAT

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