How many chance encounters can two people have? Pittsburgh is a big city so the chances are slim. There’s one more date left and I can’t help but wonder if he’ll pop up again. Why can’t my friends understand that? And why does the same beautiful stranger keep saving me from these awful encounters? The universe seems to be throwing him into my path, and the more time I spend with him the more I wish that he was one of the dates. To help me move on.Įxcept I don’t need a man to prove that I’ve moved on. Each pick is worse than the last, and none of them compare to my former fiancé. I’m starting to seriously wonder if my friends know me at all. They’re worried about me and if going on a few dates will make them happy, then I’ll do it. I agree to things I don’t want to do to make other people happy. I can’t believe I agreed to this.Īctually, I can.
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