Un mec qui s’appelle Le Bloggeur and I have been exchanging emails all morning. Of course, just after some new male prospects enter from stage left, someone else enters from stage right.
And let’s not forget the pathetic graphic designer at work who has resumed attempting to flirt with me now that he knows my “fake” boyfriend was in fact real, and the relationship is now over. Ugh, why can’t I learn to be fake in conversations at work?
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