„the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the kind that is wrong of“

„the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the kind that is wrong of“

I happened to be sitting at the prettiest date restaurant, away by having a guy I’d came across several times before at a mixer. He had been upbeat and sweet, talkative and apparently driven. I nodded along to their tales with questions while revealing very little about myself as I took bites of my pasta, methodically peppering him. I couldn’t force myself to actually show up for that date although I was technically there.

Within the end, We hugged him goodbye and thanked him for supper. Continue reading „„the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the kind that is wrong of““