Dear Dan in 101 (because I still don't know your last name),
This bake off we have going on just isn't cutting it. One of us needs to be bold enough to make the first move. I vote you.
Your Upstairs Neighbor
Now, let's start off with a little John Mayer to set the mood (and because Nichelle introduced me to this song and I love it.)
Dear boy squared,
It's like you were cloned and put into witness protection.
Dear Prince Charming,
Have fun in D.C.!
Get a wife.
Sensei and Christina (who doesn't actually know she's writing you this letter but would totally sign it if she did.)
You don't say things like that to people. I'm sorry, you just don't.
Probably my favorite part of life is realizing that Elisabeth has been writing DB letters to you for months now.
Oh, also, she thinks you're the bomb.com.
I think you guys should be in love.
Dear The Avengers,
You dudes are all cray-cray. Have you SEEN Nichelle?
If you fully understood how awesome she is, you'd all be fighting each other for her.
And showering her with flowers.
I'm just sayin'.
Dear City Boy,
I think you just made my list of top three best dates ever.
Even if you like raisins.
Dear boys peeps:
Write your DB post, put the button on it, and link it up over here.
Then, go read the other DB posts linked up.
Share the DB lovin'.