The gene pool could use a little Chlorine.
The exotic one...not on my mind as much lately with this shifting in my heart, unless of course, I pass a South American man on the street, or hear an accent that reminds me of him. We were young, stupid, went through more heartache together than we should have, and then started dating. By far the most beautiful boy I've been with, and the first one that fell in love with me. It's easy to pinpoint what went wrong with this one; there were no fights or shouting because he always deferred to me. And alas, I was a freight train running with the idea. I always thought I wanted to "wear the pants", to be in control of the relationship, but once I got my chance it was too easy. What do I regret most? Breaking his heart. By the time I made my mind up it was over, there was no turnning back. There was nothing he could do or say to make me change my mind. I guess it's not all bad, because I still run into him occasionally (apparently he stayed in America) and he always has an American girlfriend, so I didn't ruin him for the rest. I just wasn't the right one...

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