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<title>Diary Lies - strangers</title>
<description>Only 3% of women say they never lie - could they also be bending the truth?</description>
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<title>Some of them</title>
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Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first one night stand in Shanghai. It happened two nights ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a potential to be another affair but I guess he decided not to. &quot;I'll call you.&quot; he said. But he didn't. Funny thing was, I also said to him &quot;I'll email you&quot; and the first thing I did when he walked out the room was to tear the piece of paper he noted down his contact details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we were just fulfilling what a good fling should do. Be polite. And leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked him. A short, cute English man, in his mid-thirty but still had this boyish charm. And a master in going down on a woman. i.e. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one night stand I had before this, was in Guangzhou. A short, cute Italian man, also in his mid-thirty. And a very fit body that seemed to last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came passing my life for a few hours and they disappeared. I wouldn't even bother to nickname them. I could hardly remember their faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just one of these faces. These faces that blurred together. Very vague. Hardly memorable. Just like the pleasure they gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure, I couldn’t even be sure that I had receive any.
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