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Life is good. I’m thirty and flirty and have everything I want…
…Along with something I don’t want.
Losing my V-card shouldn’t be hard.
I’m pretty good looking. Most people like me.
So why do I still…have it?
I swear I’m not being too picky.
In fact, I don’t even expect to fall in love.
Still, I haven’t found the right guy yet.
All I know is that the guy I can’t get out of my mind is not the right guy. He can’t be.
So why does this feel so perfect?