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Met my boyfriend on the internet, same with the ex. The ones before then were people I'd known for awhile already or, in one case, a fix-up.
Any time a random stranger has come onto me, it's been creepy. Then again, it's pretty much always happened at a lightrail station, so that might have something to do with it. It was usually the immediate request for my number without even asking my name (really flattering that you don't care what my name is--NOT!)--in one case, I was literally running to catch the train and a guy ran alongside me to hit on me. Ugh.
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