Dear Jessica,
Yes, I saw you staring at me at our kids' Christmas concert. And I saw you point to your eyes and then at me to make sure I knew you were looking at me.
I ignored you because you are 31, hot as hell, divorced, and we live in a village of just 5,000 people. Even though you're in at least 40% of my sexual fantasies, you're still not worth throwing my life away for.
Hope you understand.
All My Love,
DJ