So the other one was fake, but...

This open letter is completely real:

To the two guys in the back of the Los Angeles Metro Bus line 20, tonight, Friday, around 7pm:
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You have no idea how thankful I am for both of you. One of you looked just like Jared Leto, the other was reading an article about 50 Cent and got off somewhere between Alvarado and Lucas, and together you proved to one very lonely and completely terrified East-Coaster that chivalry is NOT dead, that gentlemen DO exist, and that, at least this one time, I would be ok.
I'm the girl in the obnoxious Euro-trash looking glasses with the bags from Ralph's and the band t-shirt. I am so sorry I didn't say thank you to either of you properly or actually introduce myself, but my name is Blair, I only moved here 5 days ago, and although I think you both missed the beginning of the encounter, I swear I didn't do ANYTHING but get on the bus and sit down. I have no idea what happened or who that homeless man was, but you two saved the day for me. All I know about you is that one of you lives on Third Street and the other was ready to go to blows with the homeless guy, despite the fact that neither of you had ever met me.
I don't flip out easily. Ever. And I am sorry if you thought I was macking on you. But honestly I was just scared. I know how to ride public transportation. I know how to overcome sketchiness. But I have never had to deal with anything like that man on the bus tonight. Don't think I am a pansy or a diva... I only wish I could have thanked you properly. Please don't think what you did went unnoticed. I had no idea what to do, and I thank you, so much, for being amazing.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You said to the homeless man, "By treating women like this, you are giving all of us men a bad name." But just so you know, by RESPONDING to him like that, you just gave Southern Californian men a much better name in my book. And if I ever see you on the bus again, I am going to be the one asking YOU out to coffee.

I don't know what I could ever offer you in return, but if either of you are in bands and ever want to be signed... look me up.
I'll be in the yellow pages under G for Grateful Gypsy Girl.
From the bottom of my heart,
Blair

P.S. I have always had this idea that one day I would get on the bus and meet a prince. Up until tonight, all I had met was a lot of smelly people covered in paint and some cute kids who didn't speak English. Today, I got two princes, just when I needed them most.
Thanks.