letter

    Dear pretty girl,
    Last night was wonderful as I kept screaming in your ear, but my conscience has a major hangover this morning.I'm not blaming you; after all, we're both responsible adults and we're both single. We were attracted to one another and we acted on that attraction. It's not a sin or a crime.But, despite the attraction and the excitement we shared, please don't try to call me. I need time and space to sort things out. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you or any commitment; my life is too much of a mess right now.
    
    But I want to understand my feelings, or, rather, LACK of feelings about what happened. In all my previous one-night stands, I fell in love with my partner, if only for a day or two. But this time, aside from the hangover, I don't feel ANYTHING. Does it mean I'm finally free of love as a pretext? Or does it mean that you are just another telephone pole alongside the freeway of my life? When I find out, I'll get back to you.
    
    It was fun,
    
    yours: Vinson!
    
    (remember that's a game between us, I will always care for you, but we both have to move on with our lives. I don't want to dwell on the past, but you know as well as I that we are different in just about every way. I hate to think my parents ever know what they're talking about, but maybe they were right this time -- I shouldn't date outside my species.)