So Mr. Red Tie has e-mailed me twice about the lunch date I half-assedly sort of not really agreed to. I finally wrote him back this morning to let him down:
Mr. Red Tie,
Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I've thought a lot about our lunch date, and I think we've been very honest with each other, so I'm just going to be honest.
Awww. See, Mr. Red Tie? I trust you. Isn't that sweet of me?
I must have been carried away when I agreed to meet you outside the club.
You swept me off my feet with your good looks and charm, you see. How's a giddy young thing like me to resist?
I have a very strict personal policy against this, as I've had some bad experiences this way in the past. Thank you for understanding.(At least, I hope you do!)
The world is full of psychos and a girl can't be too careful.
I do enjoy your company and hope to see you again.
Threw this in, just in case. Although to be honest, I could live without this one. The money was good enough, but I've made just as good without having to flail around guarding my poon while I was trying to dance. So sulk all you want, Red. The world is full of money, and frankly, you're kind of a jerk.