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It's finally the weekend. I leave work on Friday afternoon, after a stressful week and cycle home. Several thoughts overwhelm me, but above the others, there is a feeling of loneliness. I start thinking about my last attempt at a relationship, the people I've been with and the reasons why it didn't work. I'm tired of coming home alone. Suddenly, waiting at a traffic light, something completely dissipates my thoughts: I see a beautiful man on the corner, working on his crashed Harley, and I think that just like that I need one.
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It's finally the weekend. I leave work on Friday afternoon, after a stressful week and cycle home. Several thoughts overwhelm me, but above the others, there is a feeling of loneliness. I start thinking about my last attempt at a relationship, the people I've been with and the reasons why it didn't work. I'm tired of coming home alone. Suddenly,...Read more