So far no sign of the gentleman I met at Daft Friday. But now I think about it, I'm not entirely sure I want to find him again. What if it turns out he smokes, or chews with his mouth open, or swears every second word? I think it's much safer to just keep him as a happy memory in my head, to pull out whenever I start to feel like the most unattractive person in the world.
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