On A Roll.

Of all the people in the world, Male 1 has seen right through me. He sees me as what I really am. The biggest flirt jammed in a sufficiently pretty 90-pound package.


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L's Ex.

The ex: "Is anyone officially after her?"
L: "No. Don't get any ideas."
The ex: "What if I can't help it anymore? What if we can't help it?"
L: "Gawd dear. M's got lots of boys. I know you. You can't handle that."
The ex: "I'm comfortable around her."
L: "Please. Leave her alone. M's in a sad state too and we're doing our best to get her to smile. We can't afford having you dragging our efforts down."

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I'm happy. Possible because I'm in this state where I've got my selection of (jerk-y) boys. I'm not looking for anything serious. I'm just looking around. Wasting my time. Etc etc.

It get's sad sometimes, yeah. It's like not having any real friends. That's what you feel when you dont have real friends, you only have jerk ones. I don't have the real One either.

But who's rushing, right?

So what if I'm single. I'm beautiful, smart, fun. I'm on a roll. I've got them thinking that I'm one of the most sought after bachelorettes.

I've got a very unlikely reputation. Agh. I'm around.