Mo: Post-Date Thoughts

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After my date with Scott, I spent the rest of the week pondering the "why" part of all of this.

Why did this date feel wrong, why aren't I as happy with him as I was before, why, why, why?

Maybe it was my outfit; maybe Scott didn't like it and thought I was too hideous to be seen with, so he kept his distance.

Or maybe, I thought, shuddering, maybe we weren't made to be together. Maybe we were a fluke, a thing that could only last for so long before it faded away like something forgotten.

So, I did what I did with my problems. I called Stella. Maybe she'd never been in a relationship, but, man, did that girl have strong opinions. Maybe she'd help me.

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