the last one: the first boy i meet online. wait, no. he was the first boy i met on an dating website. rail thin and my height. we both have long legs. my limbs are always cold in bed and he says: why am i dating an icicle? we spoon and it feels perfect. we sleep for three weeks - maybe four. i tell him i am self-conscious. i have little-to-no-self-esteem. he says it is okay, he will reassure me of everything that needs reassuring. he has a bashful cat. there are a lot of things in left he is angry about, maybe, i think. he tells me in bed that i am too quiet and i blush. a lot. next week he says, i think we can sleep in our own beds tonight. he doesn't call again.

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