Mr. Scratchy, Herman.
How are you tonight?
I imagine you checking in tonight, a drink in hand. Something cold, whiskey maybe? Winding down after a long day. Dressed in shorts and a grey t-shirt with some faded logo on it for a movie or cartoon or something, having just gotten back from the gym.
I would love to actually flirt with you but, you're never around and even if you were, I've never been good at flirting. I think that made you smirk a bit, maybe even slightly laugh?
Anyways Herman, just thought I'd say hey. Hey.
And as always, I hope I brightened your evening just a bit.