Friends to Lovers; Patience Is A Virtue
He confidently told me he “brought my A-game”, and I can confidently agree the man knows what he is doing. And as if the Universe wanted to keep me humble, I experienced the worst hot-flash I’ve had to date that very night — it still wasn’t as embarrassing as it should have been.
Entry Nine: Big Dick Energy, Small Dick Results: The Disastrous Shit-Show of Dating in Your 40s
“I THEN DROPPED A DEAR TRAVEL GOAL—VISITING GERMANY. I WENT OFF ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE STUDYING WWII HISTORY AND HOW FASICNATED I AM BY THAT TIME PERIOD. I TOLD HIM I WANTED TO SEE THE CONCENTRATION CAMPS, WALK THE BEACHES OF NORMANDY, AND JUST DO ALL THE THINGS—TAKE IT ALL IN, EVERY GUT-WRENCHING, HISTORICALLY SIGNIFICANT PART OF IT.
ONLY TO REMEMBER, A LITTLE TOO-FUCKING-LATE—THAT THE MAN IS JEWISH...”
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