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This story comes compliments of a friend…
Groupies, they suck. While two of my friends were in the UK they ran into some girls who we would affectionately call “groupie sluts!” So they all went out and had a jolly good time drinking and talking about their various famous musician boyfriends. They all raced to the internet to show my friends the men they adore. They googled them with much finesse. When they asked my friend who her boyfriend was, she said “well he’s just a normal guy, I don’t think you can google him.” And without a hint of irony one of the brittish girls pipes up and says “Ugh! I don’t think it’s even worth dating a guy you can’t google.” I shit you not, she said this.
"Having lunch with you is like watching an episode of Sex and the City"
So it begins, my dating blog. I will attempt to change the names of the people in this blog as much as I can in order to protect the not so innocent. We'll see how that goes. I'm attempting to keep this blog as a tool for my emotions and for your entertainment.
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