Dear guy who I made out with for hours on the street with,

(LOL). 

Well, I can’t believe that happened.

I really wish you hadn’t jumped in that cab home with me. I told you it’d be a mistake, and you insisted.

Your damn French accent made me putty in your hands (or mouth). I couldn’t handle it at all. You got in my cab because you said it’d be rude not to make sure I get home. I have no idea why I believed that’s a thing people do. When we got to my place you jumped out of the cab to walk me to the door. Nope.

Sorry I freaked out and hailed the cab again and sent you home. It was just poor timing on my part. I think a few things got lost in translation. If it makes you feel better, I wouldn’t be able to identify you on the street. I really have no idea what you look like, but I’d like to think you were hot.

Sincerely,

Kimber.