The evening swings. Liquor flows freely. I am squeezed into a tight black dress and red stockings. I step up for a sample at a soda booth. There is a man already there, chatting with the server, and he steps back to make way for me. He's blonde, bearded, barrel shaped. He looks like he's a dwarf, stepped right out of Lord of the Rings. Just my type. Liquor makes me brave, and I strike up a conversation. He's cute, he's age appropriate, and he's ringing all my nerd bells. I like this one. I give him my number. He drunkenly texts me later that night and tells me I'm super hot. I text him back. We start chatting. He is knocking it out of the park. His hobbies are things I've always wanted to learn. He drives a vintage beetle, the car I always wanted. Our social circles actually overlap a little, so I can confirm he's not a serial killer. Then Thursday. A text: I think you're really interesting, and I'd like to get to know you. Fuck yeah he does. But in the spirit of total transparency, you should know I'm polyamorous and have a wife and two children. Fuck. FUCK. What the FUCK. AGAIN. Buckle up, boys and girls, because I'm burning this place to the ground. . Rosie
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