I lived in New York for nine years, from my mid-twenties to my early thirties. I had boyfriends occasionally, and by and large it was really good that they weren’t around for long. There were one-night stands and a few more-than-one-night-stands. I wanted a partner, but I told myself I didn’t, because I couldn’t see that happening. I had no idea how to …
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