Dear blond guy in my American Lit class
I can’t tell if you’re attractive or not and it’s starting to piss me off. You always sit behind me or like a row to the right or left of me and behind me so it’s pretty much impossible for me to find a suitable reason for turning my head and gazing.
Otherwise you’re in class before me and already sitting down so it would be painfully obvious that I’m gazing at you rather than looking for a place to sit.
This of course infuriates me because I have an unhealthy obsession with both guys and blond hair as well as a naturally curious outlook on life.
All that being said, I assume you’re gay because you’re in a literature class and only gay guys are in literature classes. (Before the rest of you writers flip the fuck out: I’m joking) (though to be honest I’m sure you’ve at least contemplated being with another man).
Anyway, fix that problem.
Later Gator,
Cole.
