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Having just got out of a long serious relationship...
See, I knew that dated again was gonna suck. And I don't really wanna do it. Ever. But it's kind of important. See, if you jump into bed with the first person you find interesting enough to contemplate if you're okay with letting them see you naked in a strange position then you're doomed to just washing your sheets more often then normal.
I know there is a lot of girls out there that I have a shit load of stuff in common with. Most of which are good looking enough to warrant a second glance but that doesn't mean I need to seek them out and hold on to them like my type of girl is suddenly gonna be extinct. Sure, a semi attractive girl that can sit down with me and actually understand what's going on when we watch Iron Chef (and I don't mean she thinks it all looks just so yummie) is a huge turn on but that doesn't mean I should have stuck my dick in that girl twice. Cause now she won't leave me alone. And all I really wanted was a warm body in my bed. And I wish I would have realized that before I told her...
Well, anyway... I lied. To myself and her.
I don't want a relationship. And from what you've said, neither do you. Do what makes you happy. And when I say that I mean just you. When you're by yourself. Don't worry about how other people make you happy. Don't worry that people will come into and go out of your life. It's supposed to happen. And trust me... if you feel like you're using someone just to get passed an awkward part of your life, they are doing the same with you.
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