The Love Email. By CpSingleton © 2015
Nick theatrically cracked his knuckles, with the glow of the laptop lending an ethereal glow to his hands.
The cute girl in the bar, Megan, had said he could only have a date if he wrote her an email telling her why she should.
The exercise was crucifying him.
He’d tried to be humourous, philosophical, smutty and then coy. He’d even attempted to write his first poem, but struggled to successfully rhyme boobs with anything.
Eventually, with defeat staring him in his frustrated face, he typed the following words:
Because you are you.
He then pressed sent and got drunk.