Dear Person I Fucked Badly, ...I'm sorry.

Dear Girl I Had A One Night Stand With In March of 2003,

It was supposed to be so good. It was supposed to be the best sex of our lives. But it wasn't. And I'm writing you here, on this website that you don't read and hopefully never will, to apologize for that.

We had been friends for 10 years. Close friends. We were the kind of "friends" where both of us knew that one day, when neither of us were attached, we'd hook up. But even despite that sexual tension (or perhaps because of it), we were nakedly and unabashedly honest with each other from day one. We were so close and free and easy with each other that I even tricked myself into thinking there was a chance we'd be together in the end. So, in January of 2003, when I was single and you called me and told me that you were single now too AND you were coming to SF in March... Well, I got excited. And then... I got nervous. And then... I started to panic. And then... I got REALLY, REALLY excited.

When the day finally came, I was so nervous and so excited and so mistakenly deluded that I was in love with you... that I fucked you very, very badly. I meant it to be tender and explosive and powerful. Instead, it was joyless and awkward... like a 55 year old with erectile dysfunction clumsily flailing away at his uninterested trophy wife. You said you came, but I'm 95% sure you faked it (thanks for that, by the way... if you hadn't I probably would have cut my dick off after you left.) Regardless, I wish I had an excuse for my putrid pussy pounding performance... like if I were sick or tired or drunk or something... but I don't. I just sucked. And not in that good way.

You're married now, and I'm deeply in love with someone else so this isn't a "If only I hadn't turned in such a stinker we would still be together" letter. We both know we wouldn't. Instead, this is a note to let you know that simply that I'm much better than that, really. I swear. And I hope you forgive me. And that's all.

Sincerely,
Subrosa


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[Edited on May 27, 2005 by Subrosa]

It would be far easier for me to write "Dear Person I Fucked Well... You're Welcome" letters.

Here it is:

Yeah... I've got nothing.

Well, not all of us are Asian Canadian Sex Gods. I applied for the position and was rejected, so let's not rub it in, OK?

All of mine are mediocre. Not great. Not bad. But at least I am consistent.

Well if you find out who got the job could you let me know? I'm going to stab the fucker in the head.

Is this one of those late night, self-loathing things?

Cause I'm soooooo good at those.

I think there's something to be said for that.

What that "something" is, I don't know.

See, now there's the spirit! It's all about catharsis.

Bingo.

Dear Person I Fucked Badly,

I honestly did as best as I could. Me, on the rebound. You, first person I had slept with since the break up. I'd known you, what, 14 hours? But we were together for 14 hours straight, even to the point where we both ended up on the verge of tears talking about how your father had passed away in June but your family only bothered to tell you that night in February. I liked your company and I liked you. But when it got down to it, I snapped.

The last place I wanted to be was there with you, in your bed, under you. You weren't HIM and I wasn't sure how to make myself work with a new partner. I had to relearn a body all over again and I didn't know where to start. I forgot that sometimes a girl has to offer some instruction as well. I froze, faked it, let you cum on me and then I told you I had to get home to let my dog out.

You asked me out that Friday. Again, we end up at your place and I hope its going to be better. I didn't drink that night on purpose just so I'd have my wits about me. It was no different. I didn't know what I was doing. I spent the evening TRYING to be a good lover instead of just being a good lover.

I wrote a note as you slept saying I had a great time and to call me if you wanted to hang out again. You woke up just as I was signing my name. It was only 6 am.

And two weeks later, there you were at our bar. And with great reservations, I kissed you. and i took you home. and it was wonderful. As was the time after that. And the time after that. And so on.

Then one night I actually did have to get home so I could drive to San Antonio 4 hours later and as I left, apologising for having to make a quick getaway, you told me "Its ok. You'd probably just end up leaving me here at 6 am again"

And I realised you actually noticed that I wasn't always there when you'd wake in the morning. I never thought you'd notice.

If only I had been able to let myself go from the clutches of someone elses body sooner than I had. If only I hadn't been so scared. If only I hadn't figured "he wouldn't consider a relationship with me. I'm doing him a favor by leaving." If only I was there for that first morning cigarette.

....then maybe I wouldn't be here, realising how in love with you I am with no reason to be.

Stephanie

Dear Hook-up, Keyword Hook-up. Don't go gettin any ideas, k?

Love Not Love,

Fridge

*cough*

Sometimes threads turn out to be more marvelous than anyone could have expected.


[edited for moronic spelling]

[Edited on Jun 01, 2005 by StickyRice]

Dear person I avoided fucking tonight,

I knew it would end badly. Maybe I'm getting old, but I could see the demise of our friendship inches away. Yeah, it might have been great sex, but come on... it would have been with me so OF COURSE it would have been great. And we both know the only thing bigger than my ego is your cock. But I can't bring myself to reduce a 10 year friendship to sweaty animalistic fucking. I might have risked it for a relationship, but not for a one night fling. So either you fess up that you enjoy watching baseball, playing poker and going out with me as much as you enjoy the action between the sheets or please don't booty call me again.

Thank you. That is all.

Hotcurry

Touche...

Alright. I thought of one.

Dear Person I Fucked Badly,

In my defence, we were both really drunk. You just lay there so that really didn't help. But mostly god damn was I drunk.

You make me happy.

Rock!


Dear person who I fucked badly;

I should have tried harder. Really, I should have. But it was late, and we were tired, and I was young and overconfident.

And we both said it was good, but it so completely wasn't, and we both knew it. And I was completely to blame, like the male skater that tosses his partner too far in mixed pairs, so that she falls down right in front of the judge.

Yes, I agree the sex was as awkward as my metaphor. But it's usually so much better - not that you'd ever come back around to find out.

Dear every drunken one night stand ever,

Sorry for just laying there.

Love,
MistakesMade (in Bed)

Near .... Far .... Where Everrr You Are .....

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[Edited on May 26, 2005 by Ethan]

Wow...that nearly brought me to tears.

P.S. Dear drunken one night stands,

Being drunk is no excuse for not being able to keep it up k thanks.

Love,
MistakesMade

Dear One Night Stand,

I'm sorry for mistaking your look of confusion for one of pleasure.

Drunkenly,
Steve

Dear Person I Fucked Badly,

Sorry, I had whiskey dick, what do you want?

Love,

Drunky McGlugGlug

Dear boss's daughter, I apologize because if your parents and mine weren't sleeping less than fifteen feet away, I might not have been so poor in the sack. However with me being concerned with getting caught and getting fired yeah ... well I apologize.