In Honor Of Near Miss Day: Relationships I’m Glad I Escaped
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Julia Austin
The heavy rager
Ah yes, the partier. This guy had every promoter, bouncer, and bartender on speed dial. Life could have been an endless blur of VIP tables, and sticky nightclub floors in bathrooms with attendants handing out breath mints and condoms while women did narcotics in the stalls. I felt like somebody when I was with this guy. But, it was a lie. I was his trophy. His plus one. I wasn’t coming into my own. I was wasting my nights away at clubs and my days away recovering from hangovers.
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