So, another Halloween has passed. The Castro was freaking packed. Got trashed. By the end of the night, I found myself digging for someone's tonsils. Who I later find out is British and with his Husband on vacation.
I'm such a hot mess.
What the heck? Why am I a magnet for unavailable men? It's like once they see me, they know I can be taken advantage of. And the sad thing is, I am.
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