How I Lost A Guy In 10 Days

His name was Steven, too, though obviously spelled incorrectly. Twenty five, a chef, and living in a sick apartment with a rooftop lounge overlooking Brooklyn, he seemed pretty perfect. His photos and text message persona checked off all of my boxes, and my expectations were surpassed in person. I couldn’t be sure that our first night together wouldn’t be our […]

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