We met I think Thursday at Fitzwilly’s. You and your friends were hilarious. I kept hoping you’d ask me for my phone number, but you just kept on talking about the Rangers.
…and besides, you’re probably shacking up with some skinny, pretty girl who likes to talk about bands.
But all I want to do is ride bikes with you, stay up late, and watch Ren and Stimpy.
Let me know if you remember me.