Yeah, that’s right, I can’t make up a name for you that’s similar to your real name as I do with all my other letters. Why? Because we were never formally introduced. Though given our situation, I guarantee you will remember me. Oh, if this were a real letter, and not a blogl, I’d probably put some kind of warning on the envelope like, “for your eyes only.” However, two things come to mind – 1. it’s not a real letter and 2. given your actions during our brief encounter, I doubt you are still married anyway.
So, any idea who I am yet? Possibly not, I guess in the full week leading up to your wedding there might have been at least half a dozen other guys you made out with in addition to me, not to mention it was 4 years ago. Hell, you might have even slept with half a dozen or so guys. But to clear things up a bit, we were at a dance club/meat market, I was extremely inebriated (the only way I can survive at a club is if I am going to at least ‘brown out’), and I bought you and your bridal party a round of shots. Literally, that is how we met. I was at the bar, as were you and your crew, I saw your sash about being a future bride and thought I’d be nice. Turns out you really thought I was nice.
You dragged me to the dance floor and insisted we dance together to thank me for the shot. Here’s the thing – I did not see this coming at all. I did not buy you and your friends a shot in the hopes that we’d go bump & grind to some lameass song. You were, probably still are, really effing hot. Simply put, you were kind of out of my league. So in my inebriated state you backin’ that ass up into me, even though you were a week away from getting hitched (at some point while at the bar, you told me your wedding date and that you were a law student), was pretty sweet. Then when we were dancing face to face things were getting kinda hot, and despite my better judgment I just went in for the makeout. You were totally into it. For about five awesome minutes, we danced and kissed (with tongue) at a meat market club dance floor. I legitimately thought I was back at my college frat house. Then your friends finally decided to act like friends and dragged you away. End of story.
However, I do have some lingering questions. 1. Are you still married to the guy you were marrying a week after our steamy make out session? 2. Is he a better kisser than I am? 3. Why do I only meet hot, future professionals that want to make out with me at 1am when I can barely remember my own name, who are engaged? 4. Was I special? Or did you make out with lots of other dudes your last week of freedom? 5. Do I need to create a new category of letters? Because this certainly isn’t a very ‘adult’ like story.
Hope your (ex)husband never reads this,
ps – Questions #1 & #3 are not being asked because I want to somehow meet you again…while you are both hot and probably smart (given the lawyer thing), you are also most likely a slut. And while education and attraction are important qualities I seek, slutiness is not.