Buon Natale, Part I

I walked in and immediately locked eyes with a tall, dapper, very attractive Italian man. “Buonasera,” the workers greeted me in unison. “Parla Inglesse?” I asked as my eyes scanned the clusters of staffers behind the counter. Mr. Dapper leapt up and responded enthusiastically, “yes, I do!” FABULOUS. I’m so happy I washed my hair today.

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The Firefighter

About three days before my best friend convinced me that it was necessary to do some serious research into my ex’s disappearing act I distracted myself in the best way possible with the only men I still had tolerance for – the Pittsburgh Steelers.

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Swiped Out