“My name is…. and I just moved here. Let’s explore.” Approve. click.
You can’t blame a girl for trying. I’m in a new place, and I don’t know anybody at all. So I posted a string of words, “let’s meet up.” And then I forgot all about it, and my Parisian boys, I’m sorry I forgot all about you. That glass of wine sounded tempting, and watching the stars from your apartment balcon did too. Continue reading “To the Parisian boys I never replied to”
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