Dear Jack,
I’m sorry you didn’t get laid for Valentines.
I’m sorry ‘Sexual Healing’ got stuck on your iPod, for two hours, without you knowing how to fix it. I’m sorry the champagne cork broke in the bottle. I’m sorry your elbow kissed my mouth when you tried to slip your arm around my shoulder and it interrupted your mojo.
I’m sorry you couldn’t get it up even though I tried every trick I knew to get you hard.
Most of all I am sorry your credit card was declined and my minder broke your leg. I did try to get him to go easy on you, after all it was Valentines Day and you hadn’t exactly got what you were paying for.
I hope Valentines Day is less painful next year.
Yours,
Susie
PS: I’m sorry for lying. Yes, Susie is a stage name. I’m sorry it’s also your mum’s.
Pursuing Parallels 
Very good * wipes tears from eyes* 😀
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Inspired by Adam’s challenge to write awkward sexy. I imagine poor old Jack as one of Dan Powell’s socially inept characters.
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Nice, and I feel relieved I’m not Jack. 🙂
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Thanks for dropping in David. It’s guys like Jack that let us feel better about our crap Valentines Day.
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lol Love the coincidence with the name.
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Revenge is a dish best served cold! I don’t know the dude (seeing as he’s fictional) but I felt right in her camp on this one, He deserved all that he got!
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Her stage name is the same as his mom’s? Now that’s awkward! Fun story Jodi.
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Oh what a night. I’ll bet she doesn’t feel as half as sorry as Jack does. 😀
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OMG. Poor Jack.
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Talk about a bad “Date Night.” I think the most awkward part about it is her writing him a letter to remind him of everything that went wrong. That really sucks.
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