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Dear Desmond, what song is stuck in your head?

Dear Donovan, it's very embarrassing.

Dear Desmond, I won't judge ~~much.~~

Dear Donovan, it's a Jonas Brothers song. . . ~~I refuse to admit where I heard it~~

Dear Desmond, please say no more. Grow a penis. Stop making me cry. But really. The Jonas Brothers? :O

Dear Donovan, I told you it was embarrassing! I'm working on growing that penis. It just won't take root! And yes. The middle one is cute? >_>

Dear Desmond, I'm hotter and not jailbait.

Dear Donovan, hmmmm, this is true.

Dear Desmond, you bet it's true.

Dear Donovan, I think I'm a little bit drunk.

Dear Desmond, Tell me you were not drinking alone.

Dear Donovan, I cannot tell a lie!

Dear Desmond, I wasn't aware you were George Washington.

Dear Donovan, at the moment I apparently am! I wasn't technically alone. I went downstairs to the lounge and sat at the bar. Got hit on by a bunch of guys, but I'm all alone in my room now. I mean, I came up here alone.

Dear Desmond, I assumed as much. What would you say if I told you that made me happy - that you didn't go up there with any guys?

Dear Donovan, I would have to say that would make me happy 'cause you know, I'm curious and want to know what it's like to have sex as a girl but I don't want to ruin the chance of anything that might hypothetically develop if I ever get my penis back.

Dear Desmond, you did not type that. I did not read those words. I am not horny and I don't want to get back at my ex. I guess I can actually like you but doing you even for the experience you'd get doesn't feel right.

Dear Donovan, I can totally understand and respect that. Well, maybe not totally understand, but I definitely respect that. Well, I do understand, 'cause you should never do anything just to get back at somebody.

Dear Desmond, I like to think I'm a gentleman. And when you're you again I'm taking you out or rather, I'm cooking for you.

Dear Donovan, I'm thinking that you're definitely a gentleman, and I like the sound of that. You cooking for me. And taking me out.

Dear Desmond, to the ballgame.

P.S.

Bad joke.

Dear Donovan, bad joke or not, I still laughed.

Dead Desmond, you're also drunk.

Dear Donovan, good point!

Dear Desmond,

Come to The Four Seasons room 502. Nobody should sleep alone. Plus, you shouldn't be drinking alone.

Also? I still have no idea what song was in your head.

Dear Donovan,

That's really sweet of you. I think I'll have to take you up on that.

Haha, um, it's a cover of a Shania Twain song, Gonna Getcha Good.

Dear Desmond, Shania's is better. That don't impress me much.

You will have to.

And yeah.

Dear Donovan,

You know, I'm not a big fan of Shania, ha. Too much twang in her voice, but then, I don't really like country.

Just let me pack some clothes and I'll be on my way.