Dear Teenaged Hooligans,
Thank you for your interest in checking me out and yelling things at me from across the street. Your proposals were unique, but unfortunately at this time I’m going to have to pass. I’m quite busy these days, and I’m not convinced we’d be a good match. However, keep in mind that the market is very subjective, and no doubt there is someone else out there who would respond more positively. I can’t imagine who, but you never know.
Thanks again for thinking of me, and best of luck finding a date, you idiots.
A Twenty-Five Year Old Married Mother of Two