I moved to the other side of the world to get dumped
How my biggest life goal so far started in the midst of an identity breakdown.
It’s Friday evening in a fucking freezing Newcastle, UK city centre outdoor bar. It’s a couple of weeks before Halloween and I’m about to go on a date with a guy I swiped right for on Tinder. Now, because I wanted to come “sexy but not too available”, I’m wearing skin tight white jeans, high heels (chunky heel, cause you know, wanna seem dressy but not …
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