There's always a time and a place for awkward honesty, mostly because it's awkward and it has to be done as some point. So, in effect, there is never a time nor a place for awkward honesty.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
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His name was Ronald, but other than the shocking veracity of this story, there's not much. We set a date, he didn't keep it. Well, supposedly it was partially my fault, for not having been proactive enough in pursuing him as a romantic interest.
Maybe this is what the Klaxons mean by an exponential fate.