I’m nothing like Carrie Bradshaw. I hate shoes. I hate shopping. I especially hate shoe shopping. I hate designers, too. Four hundred dollars for a pair of shoes? No, thank you. But… BUT I did have an experience similar to hers over the last few weeks.

I met a guy who I instantly sparked with. We had a ton in common and couldn’t stop talking. But… BUT he had (still has, I’m assuming) a girlfriend. His actions and words were incredibly confusing despite this fact so much so that I’ve had to pull away from our agreement to be bffs and each other’s show and movie-going buddies. 

Just bad timing, I suppose. 

I had to let him go, correct? Correct. 

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