Dear Last Night's Date:

Oh Jesus. You really like me. Like, a lot. I even told you that I'm swearing off men for all of November and you seemed willing to wait it out. This is very bad. You seem really nice and I don't want to hurt you, but I'm just not that into you. I appreciate that you're not playing games, but I can't deal with dating right now and your enthusiasm makes me want to run very far very fast. I don't do commitment and I don't really want to do you. Please don't make me say that to you and just get the hint over this next month.

I'm sorry I kissed you, though. That was probably very mixed-signally of me.

Please don't make me add to your baggage,
b