Dear t,

You were right when you said you were a bad dancer. I've seen worse, but it should have been obvious when I was grabbing your hips, trying to halt you, and whispering to you to slow down over and over again that you needed to get a hold of yourself. This is not a rave. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck with you in the sack because something tells me your ineptitude translates.

Just Saying,
A