My diabetic and homebound neighbor across the hall was born in the very apartment that she is living in. She has no family that I know of, so with any luck she will pass peacefully in her sleep and she will leaver her apartment and all its rent stabilized glory to me. I’m getting off topic. The point is, when the aforementioned neighbor is telling you that you need to go out more, it’s time to start dating again. But how can I when I was so close to having that 401K-arat rock? How do you start dating again when you’ve already met Mr. perfect-on-paper (just not-perfect-during-a-recession)?
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