I was talking to an ex of mine. Someone I was dating before I moved to the city. I came up with an idea. I think I had this idea all along, but never voiced it. I’m going to write about my exs in order to give myself some closure. I think that by writing it out and maybe(hopefully) getting some feedback, I might be able to let go some of these feelings of jadedness and cynical views about men. I’ve written about two of them already. I will have to write more about Rob…as he is a a series of novels in my life, but Andy was pretty much Andy. Good guy, too eager. I’m liking this form of therapy! Thanks for indulging me.

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