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my last gf I met at my summer job in 2001. a few weeks before I started working there she had broken up with her year-long bf and first love (who happened to be the owner's son, my boss). After several weeks of goofing off and poking fun at each other (that's what everyone did at that job), she stole my hat and saw me without it for the first time. After that she started pursuing me hardcore. I didn't really realize how she felt until a week later, when we were all headed to a rave but couldn't find it. We came back to my house and rolled anyways, and she and I made out into the wee hours of the morning. A week later she convinced me to give up my virginity to her (like it took a lot of convincing).
We had a couple more weeks of fun before she went away to college, about 800 miles away. I visited her over a weekend, and we exchanged "I love yous"... I was on top of the world...
then a week later she calls me up and breaks up with me. "it's not even like there's someone else," yeah right "i just don't think you really love me"... I was confused and wondered just what love was for about a year since then. I never came to a conclusion and just gave up on the subject. I'm still not sure what love is.
So drink up, fellas. Next round is on me =]
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