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So, I was on this app—prolly Tinder, who cares—and I matched with this chick. Bio said “DTF, no strings.” I’m like, hell yea, let’s go! But here’s the kicker—she ghosted me after two texts. TWO! Made me so pissed, I nearly chucked my phone. Why play games, yo? Sex-dating’s supposed to be straight-up, no BS. Like Boonmee says, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” She was hauntin’ me, man, without even showin’ up!

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Susan Ostrov's memoir about romance, aging, and sex, shows us how she slowly—often painfully—shed the cultural norms of romantic love to find her own version of.

When I get there, it’s a madhouse. People everywhere, haggling like it’s the last sale on Earth. I’m dodging carts and kids, tryin’ to find my sister. Finally spot her at a fruit stand, loadin’ up on apples like she’s preparing for a famine. I’m like, “You dragged me here for apples?” But she’s all excited, and I can’t help but smile.

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