Wow and just like that 1 year has passed. I moved to DC at the top of 2022 and I hit the ground running. I went out on so many dates to learn the neighborhoods, I found an apartment I loved, I spent time curating furniture so I could make my space my own, I traveled more than I have my entire life. I was enjoying being in this new space and I talked to new people every day. Even managed to make a few new friends and in that I thought I found the one. He was a lot younger but he was different. Smart, sweet, he listened, Ridiculously handsome, kind, he handled me with kid gloves and I loved that. He was patient with me and did all the small things. I always had flowers, my favorite candy, someone who was always willing to go for a walk when I had a frustrating day. He made all the other dates I had been on seem frivolous. Our first date we went to dive bar. We had PBRs and chatted about life. We had so much in common it felt like I had met him before. We stayed up all night chatting...
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