Last night two of my friends set me up with this cute ginga boy. He was nice enough, and we had fun, but I really wasn’t into him. Usually I think I would be a little bit disappointed or would pursue him anyway just for the fun of it or a good lay, but I think I’m starting to realize that sometimes it’s okay to just go out and have a good time. It’s not all about being in a relationship, falling in love, or finding “the one”. Of course, intellectually I’ve always known this, it just took me a little while to emotionally know it, too.
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