My friend was a love junkie. A hookupaholic. She didn't believe in having little breaks between relationships. Instead, she swore by "blended relationships" - when one ends, the next begins, and you swing between the two as swiftly as an orangutan.
To be fair, she was excellent at it. At a time when most of our friendship group struggled to get an evening date that didn't involve doing overtime at work, our Tarzan had no shortage of male Janes. It was almost like she had a production line of dudes under her floorboards.
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