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Home from spending a few hours with one of my two friends having dinner and a drink after.

Loneliness with light desperation.

He's unlocking his potential with women I saw in him a few years ago, which is great.

I'm still lacking, after years of autistically missing the ball when locking eyes with a women who's interested because of anxiety attacks from trauma.

I've been considering prostitutes more & more, but something puts me off, and it's a way to avoid confronting myself by trying with women in a club or someplace.