2008 was filled with lust that smelled like nail polish and crushes that tasted like candy canes.

College had ended and real world responsibilities suffocated what little I had previously been able to give in the way of love. I went from being an overworked investment banking mignon to being an obsessive compulsive, pre-profitable entrepreneur. Neither of which are particularly well suited for romance.

And yet I found some…

From the swanky foxholes of LA to the boroughs of the Apple, the only consistency was my surprise.

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