To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five,

I'm glad you're happy to have moved into a new apartment, but no:

I do not want to have a beer with you.

I do not want to have a nude sleepover.

I do not want to make you breakfast, lunch or dinner, no matter how many lap dances you promise to give me.

I do not need you to serenade me through the walls at 1am.

And no, I have no interest in letting you take me on a date.

Sincerely,

Magnolia Allen

P.S. And no, I do not want to know how many accents you can growl in during

intimate moments. How is that even a thing?

P. P. S. Also, you will never finding me standing naked in your living room ever

again, so please stop leaving lingerie packages on my welcome mat.