He Never Said Sorry But ..

What happened to me on Tuesday do you think? Do you think a man drove a long way and bought me dinner and got me drunk and took advantage? Jeez you're psychic.

There's a lot more to this story than I can be bothered to explain. Read my email and figure it out Identity of less-than-ideal lover removed because Mystery Dude says to.

Dear Mr B*****

I hope the use of your surname does not seem too familiar.

I just wanted to write and thank you for drawing my attention to an interesting social phenomenon. I had thought the The Aging Lothario was, like polio, a thing of the past. I was fascinated to find that in fact he lives on in B*********, Herefordshire, unchanged since the early seventies.

I am annoyed with myself for not spotting the signs, though in retrospect there were many. All I can say in my own defence is that I did not think to look for the signs, just as we would be slow to notice the symptoms of polio in this day and age.

I did really enjoy the sex we had together, though I misunderstood what it represented. I (stupidly) thought it was an expression of our friendship and attraction, whereas for you it was the finale of a calculating and exploitative multimedia seduction campaign. I am so glad I found out what kind of man you are.

I assume you have cancelled your bank cards, amazed that you would rather do this than run the risk of contacting one of your conquests again. You may wonder how they came into my possession - I found them the next morning on the kitchen floor, where they must have fallen while I was sucking your dick.

You obviously have no respect for a woman who is willing to have sex with you, perhaps that is why so few of us are. I expect it is too late for you to change, but just feel I should repeat: people no longer think that way.

Of course I intend to publish what I have found out. If you would prefer me to omit the details of your name and location, you'd better ask me, real nicely.

Yours sincerely,