Basically, dating is like climbing a volcano and you never know when it__ going to erupt, dumping molten lava and burning you
When I date, I date a lot. I give most people a chance but let very few into my heart. Think of it like trying on clothes before you buy them. It takes out the guesswork. Why commit before you__e ready? And ideally you end up having to make fewer returns. Of course there are those awkward moments when you__e standing in unfamiliar light in front of a questionably shaped mirror squinting at your torso and thinking to yourself __o I have a bra somewhere that__l make this thing work? Could I get one?
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When I date, I date a lot. I give most people a chance but let very few into my heart. Think of it like trying on clothes before you buy them. It takes out the guesswork. Why commit before you__e ready? And ideally you end up having to make fewer returns. Of course there are those awkward moments when you__e standing in unfamiliar light in front of a questionably shaped mirror squinting at your torso and thinking to yourself __o I have a bra somewhere that__l make this thing work? Could I get one?
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