Dear Kevin The Cabdriver,

You are a beautiful, beautiful man. Are you sure you don't feel like reproducing with me?

Love,
A

P.S. Please don't get mad at me for posting this.

Dear Kevin The Cabdriver (Part 2),

So we meet again. I feel like our relationship is slowly progressing. God, stop being so smokin. My vag can't handle it.

Love Ya,
A

Dear Kevin The Cabdriver,

You.Are.Shit.Hot. I'm sorry for hitting on you relentlessly the entire ride home but gaaaaawd. You think I would have stopped after I found out you were a homosexual considering the first thing I asked you before my body was halfway in your vehicle was "So, do you like girls or boys?", but no. Look, I don't care that you like peen. I want your sexy tats. Thanks. Bye.

My vag cries at night.

Loooooooove,
A

P.S. I hope you liked that I called you five minutes after you dropped us off making an excuse for you to drive me somewhere else. I missed you already.