I haven’t dated a great many people, but I picked well. Even after my heart broke – and I truly believe it wasn’t intentional – I always remember the good. If I think about it, I can find the bad: Like when I was crying and one wouldn’t give me a hug. There was some weird: Like when one fell asleep on the first date. There was some pretentious. There was some unmotivated. There was a whole lot of selfishness.

But I’ve never been with awful. There was never a guy who I couldn’t wait to forget. No boys ever treated me badly.

As I was leaving Seattle, I told two that I was glad they were in my life. That I got something from that relationship, and that I’m happy to have it. And I truly meant it. If someone is worth dating, he’s usually worth knowing in general.

We all move on and let’s face it, being friends with people you’ve slept with is usually uncomfortable and doesn’t really work out. Even so, I hate seeing relationships I once valued fall into the “somebody that I used to know” category.

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