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So, as a footnote to my last blog, I did go out and it was a really good, night, for the most part. I still ended up being the one who went home alone though. I know it sounds horribly self indulgent and self absorbed and probably half a dozen other adjectives, but I just wish someone would choose me first. I dropped hints like bricks (which was horrifically pathetic but there ya go) that out of the dozen people who were staying in town it'd be nice if some crashed at mine, and they still all chose my mates place. I am everyones second choice, and as much as they deny it the simple fact is I don't matter to me so called mates, I am just there. I just want someone to choose me, yet I know it will never happen.