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love guys. Now today's first story comes from a throw-away

a camp from Am I the Arsall Here? Subreddit has a couple of updates attached as well, and it's

titled, Am I the Assol Here? For Breaking My Number One Sex Rule with a Handicapped Guy. I'm a 28

female. My childhood best friend, we're called Jess, is also 28 female. To put it simply,

I don't think I'm any kind of prude. I just don't feel comfortable with casual sex. Never

have. My best friend knows this and has teased me about it lightly in the past. She's been in a

long-term relationship for the last three years. I've mostly been single while working on my degree and starting my career.

She just lives in another state with her boyfriend, so we don't hang out much anymore.

So about a month ago, I had a first date with a guy I've been talking to for a bit.

I thought it was going places, but it gave me a weird vibe on the date, and I cut and ran

early. On my way home, I stopped at a local pub. I figured I'd have a drink to unwind, and

people watched till it wore off. Tipsy driving is still drunk driving, in my opinion. I get there

and it's pretty packed, Friday night and all, and there was no seating room at the bar.

Took my drink and looked around. Most of the restaurant side of the pub was someone's birthday

party. But there was a small table with a seat open off to the side, with a guy reading a book

there. I say, F it, I'm a social person and what's the worst thing that happens?

He says no.

So I ask if I can sit there for a bit.

I promise we don't have to talk or anything.

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