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"Hey there. I'm Max*. You sound pretty rad--though I've been a bit intimidated to message you, seeing as how I don't do much reading. (I assume by reading you mean reading novels. In this case, the last book I read was Crime and Punishment and that was quite awhiles ago. I'm sad to say it but I mostly read technical literature.) I decided to get over it, though. Your being pretty is a good motivator. How much High School do you have left?"

Hello, Max/British Doctor man. When I looked at your profile after we began talking for a while, I was very impressed to see that you're studying in London for your Ph. D. Very impressed. And don't ask why I gave you this nickname, seeing as you're not really British and you're not a doctor yet. Just roll with it.

However, I also saw that you're leaving my city to go back to London to continue studying in a matter of a week.

Thanks for asking me to coffee. You're very nice, and cute, and polite, and I wish you all the luck in the world for your Ph. D.
But dude, come on. You're going back to England. Even if we hit things off and we decided right on the first date we wanted to have a white picket fence and hordes of 75% black 25% white children, long distance is a killer. You'll be living your fabulous London 21 year old college life, and I'm a mid-western homeschooled High School girl with no driver's license. Of course, you don't know this yet, and something tells me all of this wouldn't go very well.

So I'll have to say no this time. But I hope you find a British girl that tickles your fancy (was that inappropriate in this context?). Go get 'em!

Sincerely,

Sarah

PS: And to Drew, whom revived his OKCupid profile a little while ago not-so-subtly, please stop creeping on my profile. I can see when you visit it, which is every day since you brought back your account, and quite frankly, it's weirding me out. Thank you.

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