Dear John

Don't call the next day for crying out loud. Especially after the first date.

SummaCumeLaude called yesterday - less than 19 hours after he dropped me off and we embraced in an awkward goodbye hug.

I sent him to voicemail because, quite frankly, I was on another date. With McDreamy. (Okay, fine! A girl can dream!) Later I listened to his message:

"Hey Saaaaaandra Deeeeeee," he said in his very Southern accent. "I had a good tiiiiiime on Saaaaturday and hope we can dooooo it agaaaaaain. I was just wuuuuuunderin' if youuuuuuu'd like to grab some luuuuuunch on Tuuuuuuesday. Let me knooooow. Byyyyye."

Poor kid. I felt sorry for the skinny minnie. But I did the best thing a sane girl in my situation could do.

Sent a Dear John letter.

"Hi SummaCumeLaude!

Thanks for the very fun evening on Saturday. I enjoyed meeting you - and the bull riding event was so cool! Unfortunately, I don't think this was a match. I hate saying that because you are such a nice guy! Best of luck with your search! Thanks again for the great evening. It was so nice to meet you!

Sandra Dee"

Ugh. I hate doing that!