The Set Up Date
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Last published Sat, Jan 19, 2019
I don't quite understand why the role of a man is important in my life. I, most definitely, can live without a man. It's not that hard.
But my friend can't get that through her thick skull. She's determined to find a good person for me. She keeps setting me up with her friends and I'm beyond annoyed cause, to her, every man isn't the same. But to me, they sure are.
And my perspective on men isn't changing anytime soon.
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