Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

I seem to recall you saying it should have never happened... Can you explain to me, then, why it keeps happening?

I'm just wondering.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

I hate that I can't hate you at all....and you know it...and you use it against me.

Looove[anyway],
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

I don't like you. I tolerate you. I hope you understand this.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy (but not the boy of "Looove, Kimmie" fame...)

Get over yourself. Stop whining and carrying on like a teenage girl. You are not alone. Plenty of people like you...just not three ones you want to. You know what? It's not the end of the world.

Looove,
Kimmie.

P.S. Your pity party is not an excuse for you to be a douche bag.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

You have been "demoted". I find it hard to call you a "man" when you won't "man up" and do what you need to do because you are a coward. You are waiting on someone else to do it for you.

I could very quickly tell her what I know about you and you what I know about her and that would probably take care of it, but it's not my responsibility...and I'm not going to worry about it anymore.

I slipped up a few weeks ago...but I promise I won't do it again.

I'm done.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

When I get on the interstate, I think of our road trips. Eighty-two is a good speed, yeah?

Those were fun.

Looove,
Kimmie.

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Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

I'm not going to spend my days and nights thinking about you if you are not interested in me. We aren't about to start this little game where you just talk to me when you need something new to occupy your time. If you want me, you want me first...not second, third, or anything else.

I will be in the same zip code as you, this weekend, but I'm not going to go out of my way to make sure our paths cross... I hope you understand this.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

You're awesome! I really enjoy talking to you. Thus far, however, I'm not physically attracted to you...and I'm so afraid I'll hurt your feelings when I put you in the friend-zone... I try to change the subject or laugh it off when you start taking things in the wrong direction...but I'm not sure my point is getting across....

Is it selfish for me to ask you not to make this so hard on me?

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

I'm done. You can no longer have your cupcake and eat it too.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

It's cute that you thought we'd had sex...but I promise if we had, you'd have known it was me and not her...and you wouldn't have given me the cold shoulder trying to avoid me...

Thanks to your little reminder Saturday night, however, you'll never know for sure...and it's not because you have a girlfriend that you think you are going to marry... That won't last.

You are rude and disrepectful...and that was super trashy.

Looove,
Kimmie.

Dear Boy

Dear Boy,

You need to lock your conscience in a box somewhere and throw away the key.

Looove,
Kimmie.