An open letter to Men
Well, I freely admit when I'm wrong. And, I was wrong. I've met one of yours that is wonderful. He's perfect* (for now anyway *wink wink*).
So, I apologize for letting a few bad apples spoil the bunch. Turns out there *are* good men out there. A girl just has to put up with a few frogs first.
Ain't love grand?
Love and fuzzy bunnies,
*- perfect defined by me means: Good in bed and likes to get high. (jk)