Last summer I went on a string of some of the worst dates ever. Not even like, at least it’s a cool story! No, dates that were a waste of time, effort, gas money, and makeup.
In hindsight, I think the universe was like, “Girl, you are barely alive right now, so maybe don’t try to date until you can go up a flight of stairs without blacking out.” I guess it was not in the cards to find a true match who would take me to my iron infusion appointments. Womp womp.
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