I’ll never forget when I met one of my exes, whom my friends and I now call the “love bomber”—among many other less flattering names. Our first date had that fairytale-like ambiance. Dimly lit restaurant. Quiet yet deep discussions about art and spirituality. Shared, delicious food. Fancy cocktails. He walked me to my car after […]
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