My ex from London is back. I want to have sex with him because it is hot. Maybe tomorrow...
My date was nice. "Nice" in the mediocre sense of the word. It wasn't terribly romantic, or terribly fun, or terribly interesting, or terribly terrible. It wasn't anything really, just nice.
We could be friends or we could be lovers. Only time and another date will tell. I just hope the next date is more than "Nice".
I miss my ex (the one taking a tour of Montreal and New York City). Do I just want to be loved?
I will never see that beautiful janitor again.
Woe is me?
(Despite my woe I am actually quite happy)
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