To quote myself from another topic:
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My last boyfriend (way back in 2003) was a party boy. He had more friends than I could count and went to gay clubs all the time. We were at a coffee house once and he ran into one of his countless friends, and I felt like a tool just sitting there, quiet, staring off into the distance, not involved in their conversation at all. We were together two weeks. I'm surprised it lasted that long. What he saw in me, I have no clue.
On the other hand, he's the source of one of my best memories. One night, weeks after we broke up, I'm laying in bed trying to sleep and he knocks on my door. He climbed into bed with me and we slept together (no sex), and he left in the morning. He came from a club where he was partying with friends, and for some godforsaken reason, he felt like seeing me, of all the people available to him.