I so roofied
this freaking apple.
You asked me if I saw you, playing frisbee on the quad. Your friends kind of laughed, when you asked that. I did, but I denied it. I am not sure why. It just seemed important that I should not have seen you. In retrospect, that was a misstep. Who gives a shit, if I saw you or not?
Frank, you are a horrible writer. Your critical thinking is for shit. In the "real world," if I were not married, you would have zero chance with me. Zero, Frank. And I'd have zero chance with you, as I am post 40, not rich, and not absolutely gorgeous (although I am not all that bad, either).
You are a D student, Frank. You will receive a D in the class you have with me. I realize this will not transfer to the four year State U you want to attend.
I don't give a shit.