Dear Dirty Dave,
I’m writing you a love letter. Why? Because you sounded desperate.
(I know I’m a bloke and my way is not nearly as sexy as that brunette on Nassau street. But if you could see past all that I think we could be very happy together.)
Love,
Me.
I have made Dave aware of this posting and he says that while he’s extremely flattered he feels he’s not quite ready to switch sides.
I shall certainly keep you up to date should the situation change. If you like. Which you probably don’t. Seriously, you don’t.
Twenty - I dunno. Stranger switches have happened, right?
Send ‘em my love anyway. Who knows what it could do to him.