Summary
I've just done a postmortem on my first date of the year, and the results weren't pretty. After cooking me a sympathetic lunch, my ex, Roberta, listened as I went through my blunders, from being mean with money to dancing like a malfunctioning robot. Clearly, I was doomed never to have sex again.
Luckily, Roberta knew how to stop me driving to Beachy Head. 'Concentrate on what she did wrong. If the date didn't work out, you were both equally responsible. Come on, what didn't you like about her?' I pondered this for a moment, and then it hit me.See the full content of this document
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Rogue Male
Like so many of the women...
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