Letters to You

Dear Guys at the night club,
   
   Apparently your name doesn't matter. Neither does what you do for a living. Not even your life story or you. We won't care about that. You'll only be remembered by your haircut, your muscles, the way you dressed or your dance moves. Major pluses for looking like a korean celebrity. Yeah, guy with the sexy short mohawk. Guy with the hot abs. Guy with the cute purple vest. Guy with the cyclone moves. Mr. Taeyang. 
  You're all we giggle and talk about the all day after. But you wouldn't mind that because you're just like us. We're the same. And that's all there is. Just hollow hearts filled with a mixture of air and hormones.

False Regards,
Bimbos at the night club


*my thoughts after overhearing my sister and her girls*