Dear [Corey],

When I accepted your invitation to go on a date with you, I did not say anything about being your girlfriend or even having any intenions of even liking you in that way. I went because those sort of dates always make funny stories, and well, ours makes a great story.

You were very shy when you picked me up. You were kind of awkward, but I didn't think anything of it, since first dates seem to give me the jitters, so I figured you had f.d.j. as well. As the date went along, I could tell you were interested by the way you would oh so slyly touch my arm when I'd say something funny or witty. I caught on to those not so subtle hints right away. I was onto you. But I continued to have a good time and be myself. I wasn't going to let one date with a stranger get in my way of having fun. When the date ended you innocently[i thought] asked for my phone number. I, having no real intentions to see you again, just gave you the number to avoid awkward questions. I just shouldn't have given you my number. I know better now.

I knew something was off when you kept texting me after my one-word answers. Even after I would tell you in my friendly way about other dates I went on you insisted you explain yourself and apologize for silly things like not making eye contact on the date.

I think you may have OCD.. But that's beside the point.


What really drew the line for me is when I invited you to dinner with me and my group of friends and you made no effort to talk to anyone. You just made awkward comments here and there, and afterward you texted me to ask me what you did wrong and what you could have done to make me feel better? We can still be distant friends I suppose. Maybe we would have been better friends had you been less creeper.

Don't take this the wrong way, You're still a nice guy. Good luck.

Sincerely, Erin.