I was reading something interesting in Savage Love in The Stranger today at lunch. It was a straight reader writing in regarding having a gay wingman to help him get woman. Well, this particular reader was commenting how it has back fired on him and his brother. Dan commented that this is why people do not typically make friends with people they find attractive. This reminded me of When Harry Met Sally and that then started me thinking. I always make friends with people I find attractive.
Does that mean I am deficient in some way or that I am always looking for the next best thing? Or is my joke about me being dead inside not really a joke anymore.
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