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newnumber6Not terribly interesting...
For some reason, I was going on spring break at Daytona Beach (which, of course, I probably wouldn't do even if I had the opportunity). I was wandering around, swimming a bit, trying to find a jetski, wandering the beaches, and, somehow, without any reason (or really any specific effort other than the knowledge that that was what I was doing), 'looking for love'. Not sex, mind you, I was looking to meet my 'true love'. Why I expected to find any meaningful relationship among a bunch of college students only trying to get drunk and/or laid, I dunno. I think it's the very definition of 'looking for love in all the wrong places'.
For some reason, I was going on spring break at Daytona Beach (which, of course, I probably wouldn't do even if I had the opportunity). I was wandering around, swimming a bit, trying to find a jetski, wandering the beaches, and, somehow, without any reason (or really any specific effort other than the knowledge that that was what I was doing), 'looking for love'. Not sex, mind you, I was looking to meet my 'true love'. Why I expected to find any meaningful relationship among a bunch of college students only trying to get drunk and/or laid, I dunno. I think it's the very definition of 'looking for love in all the wrong places'.
