Had a date at a whisky bar in town called "death and taxes". Great decor. Rejected at the end of the night. Similar story earlier in the week. Different girl. Had had a previous date but then she didn't have time for a second. Story of my life.
I waver, if that's the right word, wonder if I need to get used to the idea of being alone for the rest of my life. As I don't want to be alone, how does one get over that.
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