When I was in my early 20s, I fell in love. Or, at least, I thought I did.
I met this really hot guy at a bar one night (I know, already not a great start–HA!). I was out dancing with my friends and I saw him smiling at me.
As I left the dance floor, his eyes followed me. He didn’t stop smiling.
As I walked past him, he smiled even bigger, his eyes locked on mine.
I was going to wait for him to come over and talk to me, but then my friend said “hey–you only live once” and I thought, fuck it, I’ll go talk to him.
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