Let's talk for just a minute about why sometimes, I make the correct dating decisions...
Together for two-ish years, he 22-24.5, me 24-26.5, we learned a lot about each other. About why we couldn't be together, at least.
I think he was the last guy I dated that didn't immediately have a moniker.
The Ex will likely pop up again and again, even if only to demonstrate what I'm not looking for in a relationship. He did cook every night, though. At least, when he wasn't out fucking everyone else.
Coming right up... The Meth-addict Critical Care Doctor!
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