What kind of guy sends naked pics minutes after meeting you and then acts "surprised" by the date-booty-call-mixed-signal confusion??
Sigh.
I need to move to a place with more innocence.
Thank God for church. (Pun intended)
In other news, High Tea at Saks was to die.
OK OK, I'll stay.
After all, there is only one Manhattan.
When it's three o'clock in New York, it's still 1938 in London.
~ Bette Milder
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