Dear Boys in General,
I'm sick of you all.
We all know you're totally leading me on. And, regardless of how happy it makes me (how you do it, not the leading on part), it's not cool!
I don't like you anymore. Or approve.
There's a house in my neighborhood for sale. Move here and be wonderful.
My dearest Stripling Warrior,
Can we just get married now?
All my love and then some,
Your Virtuous Woman ... in training