“the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the Wrong sorts of man”

“the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the Wrong sorts of man”

I became sitting during the prettiest date restaurant, away with a guy I’d came across several times before at a mixer. He had been upbeat and sweet, talkative and apparently driven. We nodded along to their tales with questions while revealing very little about myself as I took bites of my pasta, methodically peppering him. Continue reading ““the way I (Finally) Learned to cease Dating the Wrong sorts of man””