I briefly dated a guy who was smart, sensitive, and sweet. The problem was he stretched the truth sometimes. Ok, a lot of times. It got to the point where I had to stop and analyze everything he said to me to try to figure out whether it was the truth or whether it was another one of his fantasies.

One fine day, he was all about heading up to Bellair market on Ivy Rd, grabbing two of their yummy samiches and heading off to what he called his “secret spot” for some summertime alonetime. I know, sounds romantic, right? Little did I know.

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