And she always did--until she caught him with someone new.
Not this time, she vowed.
She resolved to reach escape velocity with this new guy seated next to her at the bar.
Her friends had insisted he was a nice guy
that he wasn't a loser, that he had a job.
Lord knows she had been with plenty of those.
She danced around him, taking him in from stem to stern.
You know, if he had a decent haircut, he wouldn't look so much like Joey Ramone--he would be damn handsome actually.
So off went his hair.
That was two years ago.
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