So, multi-aged various nationalities offering *ahem* hot evenings.
Dear Jenny M, no thanks but good luck with your boyfriend.
No, generalized nameless “naked girls”, I sure don’t remember you, and based on your email subject line you’d think I WOULD. Therefore, pretty sure you have the wrong girl here.
Extended Stay hotel (and apparently I own a timeshare somewhere: Ryan wants to buy it. Fuck you Ryan, I’m not giving up my sweet escape space for hot encounters with people I don’t remember.)
See what I mean by wealthy frat boy as depicted in movies? The only offers missing are toga parties and beer.
Hmm. Maybe I should be flattered that Yahoo thinks I’m in my twenties?