All right, I know when I'm done. I was suspicious during the last phonecall, and those suspicions seem to have been verified.

I had hoped that we could at least stay in touch, because you are a really cool chick (not to mention super hot,) but obviously you don't want that.

So, to repeat: I know when I'm done. Thank you for the bike lesson. And thank you for the hours of work during which I was allowed to stare, unabashedly, at your sexy body, and talk to you from a wonderfully close range.

That is all. I'm out.