Dear Melisa @ Watch4Beauty,
I’m going to put you out of your misery. You are no longer obligated to flirt with me, because I will never be your lover. You can flash your breasts in public as much as you like. You can eat a banana in the bath as often as you wish. You can stick a tv set between your stocking-clad legs whenever you fancy and you can flash your bits on a bridge, but you will never seduce me. Because I am Lethario and I’m too lazy to be your lover. 
Dear Laura @ Femjoy,
Laura I implore you to stop flirting with me because it ain’t gonna happen. It doesn’t matter if you bend over to let your pendulous breasts hang down, just waiting to be cupped. It doesn’t matter if you sit rather uncomfortably on what should be a comfy chair. You can squeeze your breasts together while giggling, or kneel in front of a mirror and I won’t be moved. You can even dye your hair blonde and pose in front of some graffiti, but still I am Lethario and I’m too lazy to be your lover. 