A couple years ago, I was a feral, single girl in Milan. I had time on my hands and an unquenchable thirst for attention. After considerable effort and hours of fake laughing at bad jokes, I got to the point where I had ‘kissed’ every boy at each party, bar and club in town—the cute ones, I mean! (Kidding, lots of them weren't cute.) I mean, the ones without girlfriends! (Many had girlfriends and I’m still waiting for karma to drop a bath bomb on my head on the way to Pilates.) Anyway, I wasn't ashamed about this but I was annoyed by the fact that I was expected to acknowledge these dudes. Like, just because you've been inside me doesn't mean I want to say hi!
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