So, I'll tell you another story. This rather handsome man asked for my number, and we chatted a lot about a LOT of things before finally meeting up again at the little noodle restaurant near my place. Of course, I got ready, dressed up nicely but not too much, and then I arrived, and disaster struck. He was still as handsome as when he asked for my number, but his breath stank, he reeked of... well, you know. And while we were eating, he ate like a pig, and his clothes... oh my god... stains and no effort whatsoever. That night, we were supposed to go clubbing. I faked a headache and went home, but I was so dejected I cried.

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