So I met this guy through my internship and we hit it off very well. We kept in contact and went out on a few occasions. I just so happened to be moving to his side of town, about 7 blocks away to be exact, so that was an added bonus. [Yay! More quality time.] Once I got settled after about a week or so, he invited me to come over to his place for breakfast the coming Saturday morning [Hell yeah! Count me in! I love a man in the kitchen!]. He asked me the type of foods I liked so that he could have an idea of what…
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