You tried to hookup with me senior year. You didn’t know, but I was aware that sophomore year when you invited me to your party, you had plans to get me really drunk so that you could have your fun with me. A really sweet girl (you’d probably know who) gave me the heads up. I probably would’ve came over that night had I not been told. I always thought it was crazy that you’d tried to be cool with me two years later fully unaware that I knew how awful you truly were.