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Date #9

I was sitting in Café Fulya yesterday debating whether or not I should schedule two dates for one day, which (because I’d have to change outfits, run across town and reassign their numbers) would be a bit of a logistical nightmare.  But then it suddenly hit me: I do want a boyfriend.  I want to be in love. Coming from one who dates more often than she does laundry, this may seem a bit odd.  I mean, isn’t that the whole point of this experiment?  To date thirty guys, find one I like and live happily ever after?  Well no.  To be perfectly frank, I like being single.  I like having the freedom to date thirty different men.  I like being at liberty to care or to not care about their day, their favorite sports team and how they’re feeling.  I like to make decisions based entirely upon what I need and what I want (which is why, for better or worse, I’ve always backpacked Europe on my own).  But the novelty of flying solo …