Mr. Rude: Conversation starts normal. And then we hit the creepy button - "I just love your boobs. It's so big."
Dear Mr. Rude: Thank you for your application to be my boyfriend. I'm pleased to inform you that you have NOT been selected for the job. While I understand your great distress at never getting to meet them, Thelma and Louise think it would be best if you directed your interests to women who have lower standards. Good luck in your search.
Sincerely,
P.S. You may want to stock up on Playboy. The nudie pics are stopping soon and judging by your conversation skills, you won't be dating a real human woman for a very long time.
P.P.S. Yes, I have named my boobs Thelma and Louise. Guys name their parts, why shouldn't we ladies too? Besides, it's fitting because they're always trying to get me into trouble.
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