Dear Zach,
I should have known that anyone who can’t zipper up their own coat would be equally unskilled in other arenas, especially the bedroom. When you said you could make me cum… you couldn’t. Not even the time you thought you did.
Telling time, that was another problem. Oh, and fidelity. Your girlfriend abroad? She WILL find out (we always do). Even better, I’ll hear about it…and laugh. Loud. Yes, you have a pretty face and no problem finding girls, but i’m in the same category— with a smokin’ body to boot. And you can think what you want, send your nasty texts. But when you figure out you got it all wrong—and you will—I’ll be long gone and you’ll still be just where you are now: cold and alone. And still trying to get that damn zipper up.
Maybe if you were better with your hands…
