You are truly hot. But more than that:
You seemed to glow when you walked through my door.
We talked. I didn’t get into too much detail, but you were sympathetic.
You said I seemed fine. I appreciated that.
I made you laugh, as I always do.
You stroked my hair.
You made me feel more than good.
I slept like a baby next to you. I feel fantastic today.
Until next time, thank you, Hottie.
Got a cigarette?
Yahoo is down, so I can’t email you. The lyric i was making a vague reference to is from Miss Kittin and the Hacker’s “Frank Sinatra.”
Honey, I’ve always got ciggies. But I get what you meant. 
Like I’m supposed to know that song. Forgive my ignorance. I only like disco.
Sucks re: Yahoo. Get a Hotmail account already. Anyway, email me as soon as you can.
So I take it you made your decision about the casual sex thing? Sometimes I wish I were capable of it…alas, I know I’m not.
Well, I seem fine, and am in a fantastic mood today, so… We’ll see what the weekend has in store. Going out tonight. 
It’s amusing to me that scott evil, of all people, has fallen for a Backstreet boy! 
(I’ll let pbrtallboy explain the joke.)
Arghh! He doesn’t have a computer at home, so I’ll have to wait until Monday to find out… unless I ask him during out hot phone session tomorrow.