Last night, my first night on the town since I decided to do this, I happened to see every single one of the people I've dated/semi-dated since moving here. Every. Single. One. I have to move!
The best part: it didn't affect my night at all. I felt no ill-will, no I-just-got-punched-in-the-stomach, no desire, no nothing. In fact, I had a really incredible time. Until I was at the club, dancing, and a friend came up to me (as all the boys were taking each other's shirts off - not something I do) and ripped open my button-up shirt. That's button-up, not snap-up. So, there I am, dripping in sweat, my man boobies exposed for all to see, buttons all over the floor. I decided it was time to call it a night.
But really - every single one. I was looking real good too. That is, until I couldn't close my shirt and keep my shit where it belonged.
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