Dear Creepy Dude

Who tried to follow me home.
I'm sure you're a nice guy. I'm sure all your ex girlfriends would say you're a nice guy.
I'm also sure they would say that you're not as religious as you say you are and it's really not the holy spirit you want to share.
I go with my instincts and they say to run, but not while you're looking.
Because you're a control freak. How can I know that?
Because you wouldn't believe that my number was my number until you heard my phone ring.
Why did I give you my number in the first place? Because I don't want to make you angry. I'd rather wait and get my mom to tell you to get lost when you call next.
As you can see I've delt with control freaks before. They're best fought off with long-range weapons. Like mothers.
Do I 'love everyone'? Um... how does one answer that? Sure, I love everyone.
But I'm not going to make out with you et cetera, et cetera, in the back of a movie theatre.
No I will not go on a date with you.
I am religious. Therefore I do not view the commandments as multiple choice.
No you may not find out where I live.
I've known you ten minutes. That may be sufficient for someone looking for sex in a crowded bar, but I am not that girl. You can tell from my distinct lack of visible cleavage. Also from my lack of bus-combing bedroom-eyes.
I'm not completely opposed to guys who are a little forward. I wish more guys had the guts to ask for my number. But you are not the kind of person I want to give it to.
I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.
I'm not sorry that I wont sleep with you.