Not sure if I’m going to agree with your unresolved mother-issues analysis, but there is something to us being a
late bloomer
and then trying to make up for lost time.
When you take a step back and ask yourself what you really want usually it’s not what you think.

What did those girls say last year in Manhattan?
The dancer we were dating at the time and her friend?
We were all flirting and you asked dancer’s friend if she’d be your girlfriend too, joking not joking?
they both whispered to each other and then said
“can you afford two girlfriends?”







