A lover first, a woman second.
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There's something alluring about a first date. All dressed up, fancy restaurant. Stolen glances, secret smiles. Dim light, tall glass of red.
How to discriminate between love for a man and love for a woman?
Is it the long lashes, the perfectly manicured nails that look at you, or a meticulous tie and dimpled cheeks?
Is it the feline, ferocious sex appeal of a woman, or the overpowering dominance of a man?
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And who is to say, who you should love?
