mickeyD wrote:Dear Harvard,
I'm in at a couple T14s. Maybe you know that already. Maybe you know that I've been flirting with them, that I've been schmoozing 'em real good and telling them that they're the one for me. But I don't mean it, Harvard. I don't mean any of it. That NYU is just some floozy that I got Chinese take-out with once. She's not even as hot as her older sister. GULC? Please. She's just a booty call for when I'm real drunk and desperate.
You're my girl, Harvard. Don't be afraid to let me in. We can go slow- I'll shower you with compliments, take you out to Applebees, and afterwards we can pop a bottle of $7 Sutter Home moscato and watch Dear John with the lights off. This is the real me you're getting right now. Shoot me an email. Let me talk it over with KB. She'll let you know that I'm the one for you.
Those other schools don't mean nothin', baby. Let me in. I JUST WANNA LOVE YA, GIRL!