A Letter To A Body I Can't Remember...

Dear Courtney,

Or Crystal...I don't remember.

I'm pretty sure it was Courtney though cuz I don't believe I've ever fucked a "C" Crystal...only "K" Krystal and "K" Krystle. Lol if you're reading this, wassup Krystal? And if you're reading this, fuck you Krystle...weak pussy havin fluffy faced bitch.
I've digressed.

Anywho, I don't remember your face. I hope you were cute though. Just
for my credibility's sake. My man said you were badd so imma just go
w/ that.



All I know for sure is that w/ you, I had the best sex I ever didn't
remember having. I mean, I remember having it...but its all vague. My
most vivid memories are you falling off the bed mid-dougie and the
bomb ass head that made rounds 3 and 4 possible. You honestly deserved
head in return, but @ 20, I wasn't rockin like that.

You were phat as shit too.

I was so proud of myself watching you get up the next morning and
putting on those jeans that made me bring your ass home in the first
place.

God bless those jeans.

Oh, and I remember that "Orlando" tattoo on your lower back.
*snickers* Yall still together?

Once again...I digress. Back to those 4 rounds.


Thank you for forgiving the tap out in round 1. It had ummm...been a
while or whatever. And I wish I could remember enough about the other
3 rounds to truly tell you how great you were.

How do I know you were great if I don't remember it?

I had a 3 pack of condoms that night. I found 2 in my trashcan the
next day and one somewhere in the vicinity of the trashcan.

But there were 4 rounds.

...I got tested. We're good.

4 rounds means I was tryna prove a point. Mainly I wanted to see if my
aim was good enough to land 30 million X and Y chromosomes on that
"Orlando" tattoo. But I was out of juice. That last nut actually hurt.

Maybe you weren't that great. Maybe I'm just associating the bomb ass
head w/ the intercourse. The head didn't even make me cum though, so
idk.

Why me, Courtney? Yea we were drunk, but I was still relatively sober
when you asked your friend for permission to leave her. You were
talkin all that shit and you wanted her to stop you.

She didn't.

You said I would fuck you and never talk to you again. I did talk to
you though. Despite the fact that I let you leave my house w/o getting
your number.

You didn't even offer your number. Guess Orlando wouldn't have liked
that, huh? Lol you a wild chick.

I still got them digits though. Found out you were a lil popular @
WSSU. We spoke briefly the next semester before the Aggie-Ram game but
circumstances prevented me from seeing you the day of.

Its all for the best though.

Best case scenario: We would have fucked again, I still moved back to
MD, and you become just another FB friend and a place to stay if I'm
in NC and you don't have a boyfriend.

Thanks anyway Courtney.

You're the body that I can't remember but I'll never forget.

Andre.