Due to unforeseen circumstances there was a beautiful young woman sitting next to me at the bar. She was smiling and talking to me. She wasn’t a meth head. She wasn’t a hooker. Just a strange woman who seemed to like me. Freaked me out, so I left.
Yes, me, George. The guy who always complains about being alone, when presented with a romantic opportunity, ran for the hills. Look, she was way out of my league. What did she want from me? What can I offer such a woman? How could she love a loser like me? Like me?
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