Dear __________________________,

__ Your last name is objectionable. I can’t imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.
__ Your first name is objectionable. It’s just not something I can picture myself yelling out in a fit of passion.
__ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at McDonald’s reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.
__ Your inadvertent admission that you “buy condoms by the truckload” indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.
__ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me more than one about myself.
__ Your breasts are bigger than mine.
__ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can’t GET into my pants.
__ You’re too short. Any son that we produced would inevitably be beaten up repeatedly at recess. AMEN!
__ You’re too tall. I’m developing a chronic neck condition from trying to kiss you.
__ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.
__ Although I do enjoy the X-Files, I find your wardrobe of Star Trek uniforms a little disconcerting.
__ Your frequent references to your ex-girlfriend lead me to suspect that you are some sort of psychotic stalker.
__ Your ability to belch the alphabet is not a trait that I am seeking in a long term partner.
__ Your height is out of proportion to your weight. If you should, however, happen to gain the necessary 17 vertical inches, please resubmit your application.
__ The fact that you categorize the ProBowler’s Tour as ‘Must See TV’ demonstrated that you do not meet my intelligence requirements.
__ Somehow I doubt those condoms that I found in your overnight bag were really necessary for a successful business trip.
__ I am out of your league; set your sights lower next time.
Sincerely,
