A few years ago, I had a guy over and I began to partake in a particular activity. A few seconds in, I my nose started bleeding. I didn't get any on him, but I ran to the bathroom to take care of it, and when I returned to my room he was up and ready to go home.
He never spoke to me again.
This is why I'm single.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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