Dear Clark,

  At the first of the semester I thought you were pretty attractive, and I had absolutly no problem with you as my swing teacher.
  However, it only took a few weeks for me to realize that you were not that attractive at all...
 "Girls are all drama, the girl I'm dating is always so dramatic, I hate girls and how dramatic they are, they don't know anything about music, girls are so dumb, drama drama drama."
  Um....hey Clark, good luck EVER GETTING MARRIED.  Oh, and thanks for telling the 30 girls in your class how much you despise them.
  Remember that one time you laughed at me and made fun of me for saying the artist of a song instead of the title of it like you asked? And then told the class not to laugh at me?  Or any of the girls, because none of us girls know what good music is?  No wonder you hate the girl you're dating.  Maybe you should stop dating the fake bake, fake blond, tall, ditzy, dramatic ones.  But unfortunately, they're the only ones that will date you because you are so rude to girls.  Can I just say that it is the dearest desire of many girls in our class to just slap some sense into you?
  As if that's not enough, you make fun of me the day I wear my Hayward jersey because you don't like him, and then today you rip into me as soon as I walk in because you find out I longboard. On that subject, I would like to recommend you to stop straight-arming longboarders into the grass when they board past you.
  Jerk.
Anyway, Clark, I hope that someday you figure out why you're still 25 and single.
  Good luck.

Sincerely, Sloan and the rest of the girls from Western swing 9:30 class