Continuing the unbroken tradition of finding the perfectly wrong man for me, I started dating Don a year after the demise of Mike.
Don and I knew each other from high school; we dated a few times before I moved away from Quincy, and parted on good terms. Running into him at the grocery store, (you know, there seems to be a theme in my life about grocery stores) we stopped mid-aisle as soon as we recognized each other, and immediately began catching up on each other's lives in big sweeping gulps.   Hitting the highlights and laughing at each other's shared mistakes, we were both feeling warmly fuzzy towards each other by the end of our conversation. Not wanting to lose touch again, we exchanged numbers and made promises to call each other before we continued on with our interrup...

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