As a defense mechanism, as a way to hide from my feelings, I have spent my week replacing men replacing men with men replacing men with men replacing men.
After seeing The Ex's play, I spent nearly an entire day wrapped up in a new bartender, then got angsty over his intermittent correspondence, so tonight, tonight, what did I do? I shelled out my number to not just one, but two interested men.
I did.
As a way to hide behind my feelings, as a way to use men to placate my men issues, as a way to inevitably go in circles, I met two separate men this evening, in two separate situations, and now these two men have my number.
I'm only vaguely interested in one.
The other one was another bartender. Another bartender asking for my number.
I must look the part.
I need to stop looking the bartender part.
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