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I walked into the resturant and sat down I looked for a waiter to take my order. I had been single for the past two years. I hadn’t dated and I was almost 21. Then I saw him. He was a cute waiter. Lucky enough he was coming to my table.

"What can I get you?" He asked smiling at me. I tossed my blond hair and smiled also. "I would just like the chicken alfredo, and an ice tea."

"It’ll be right up," he walked away. Everyday since then I had gone to that resteraunt. Some people ask me why I don’t date often. Well, I have a story to tell about the realtionship of hurt.