i am the most gullible person. ever.

brett made the whole story up. i feel like an idiot, and while i think the whole thing was insanely hilarious, and don't mind that i was tricked, the fact that he's still texting me about the size of his dick is not appreciated anymore.

ah, well. i really don't understand what it is with these graduated senior guys. they just won't leave me alone. i mean, i can handle it, it's just weird and it's not the kind of attention i want. i hate that i feel like i have to censor myself. i feel very open about my sexuality and what i'm interested in sexually and what i feel comfortable talking about, but brett took it a little too far. i mean, come on. i'm not a sex fiend. i don't think porn is "wrong." on the contrary, it think it's rather useful. but he won't stop talking about his dick! oh, my. i guess i shouldn't be too surprised, seeing as he did talk about it a lot that one night i spent in his room - one night during which neither of us removed any articles of clothing except our shoes.

dear brett,

i really don't care about the size of your penis. honestly. it's not a discussion. i would be more turned on if you would shut up. and i haven't thought about you sexually in months. months! so why does it matter now? it doesn't.

love,
carolyn