Dear you,
Do you remember that night in your house? Please don't say no. I know you've had your share of girls, but this is me we're talking about, and you shouldn't just forget about me.
It's kind of funny, really, when you think about it: we've known each other for years. Our mundane conversations never go beyond you asking me to hook you up with girls or me telling you to take a shot of gin like a man. We never even got to know each other before you pressed me up against your kitchen counter.
