“One man’s loss is another man’s gain”, they say. Losing something, or in this case, someone, was hard. It didn’t matter that I had only met Paul* recently, and that we were never in a relationship. I just wanted him to be mine.
Paul was a well-spoken, down-to-earth financial analyst. He was charming, chiseled and on paper, would be many girls’ top pick of men in a bar. We had met through a common friend, Liz*, and we hit it off quickly from the start. A couple months had passed and one night, I asked him if he would want to date me exclusively, and I wished I hadn’t.
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