Lining men up. That's what I do. Two boys in heavy rotation, with The Doctor on the back burner. Hello Friday night.
How many in one night? How many can I get in there? How many can I have a drink with, can I kiss, can I shamelessly text? How many variations of men: short, tall, blonde, slightly in love with me, throwing around my feelings, can I include?
How do I know what's best for me? Why did I realize, while having a drink and playing a board game with The Doctor last week, that I don't want to be in a relationship with him? I can't let him know me! I don't want him to know me. I was losing pitifully at checkers and thinking about how I'd rather be home with a glass of wine and a book. I'd rather him not know me.
So I line men up, I have so much variety and so little time to get them all in that no one knows me. No one gets the chance. Just the kissing. And the board games.
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