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You Were Standing Outside My Hotel Room With a Knife -m4w- 35 (Overlook)

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Hey girl, I really hope you see this. I clocked you last Friday night around 10:45 wearing a bathrobe and a turtleneck outside my room (No. 245). I was the guy in the full dog costume (with the butt cut out), remember me? You and I made eye contact, and I don't think I'm crazy when I say it felt like we had a connection. We watched each other for well over 10 seconds, and I could tell that you had some other stuff going on, like maybe you had been crying over a guy or something. I'm not even trying to be a home wrecker or anything, but you were so beautiful, and I could have watched you all night, but you ran off with your knife before I had a chance to even ask your name. Oh, hey, what was the deal with that knife, anyway? Do you always carry it? (Not a deal breaker.)

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I was thinking that maybe I freaked you out somehow, and I understand if it looked like a weird exchange was about to transpire in my room. See, I was staying in that room with my buddy, Derwent. He was the guy dressed as a guy (but old). I realize now that it may have seemed, from your perspective, like I was getting ready to pack his grease piece inside my cheek, but that's not what we were doing (lol). First of all, my mask didn't even have a hole in the mouth area, so that kind of thing would have been logistically impossible (obviously). Second of all, we were just showing each other some new MMA moves and I tackled him onto the bed (for safety) when you walked up. That's all. I won't pretend like it wasn't a crazy night or like everyone wasn't partying hard throughout the hotel (some kid was running around all by himself!), but it was all pretty innocent.

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Oh, and if you were mad about all that blood in the elevator, Derwent and I had nothing to do with that. I, for one, think whoever was responsible is completely immature and inconsiderate. I'm sorry you had to take the stairs, and if I ever find out who it was, I wouldn't think twice about showing him my MMA moves for real (not on a bed [my arms and thighs are technically registered weapons]). My name is Roger, look me up on Facebook!