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You've gotta love that certain, special kind of "friend" who continuously assures you throughout your relationship that he "couldn't handle the drama you have to endure with your girlfriend," and "could never go out with her," while behind your back trying to hook up with her -- and who eventually swoops down like a ravenous vulture as soon as you split up. A friend who doesn't need an ... is 45 and Single show to explain why one reaches midlife lonely unfulfilled, because I can explain the reasons why in two words: desperate creep.
Best of luck with being yourself, though. Adios.
Best of luck with being yourself, though. Adios.