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Being single has its pros and cons. On one hand, you don't have anyone to come home to after a long day at work. On the other hand, you don't have anyone to come home to after a long day at work. I know what you're probably thinking...he already said that! Is not having anyone to come home to a pro or a con? Well... that's simple, it's both. Allow me to explain. I like the idea of having a partner that I can unwind and share my nights with. Someone who will let me vent. Someone who will listen to my funny stories and have funny stories of their own to tell. Someone to share my bed with. Those are all great things that I'd love to have, especially that last one. It's definitely been a while since I've shared my bed with anyone. However, coming home to an empty apartment isn't always a bad thing...

My name is Luiz. I am recently divorced and happily living alone for the first time in my life. You see, I moved away from home straight out of high school, into college dorm life which meant roommates, then I got married young and we got a tiny apartment after college graduation. After my divorce, I slept on a friend's couch until I found my own place. So, as you can see, I've never had a place to call my own; until 3 weeks ago anyway. I was so excited to run home that first full night in my new place. I was thrilled not to hear anything but my own footsteps. I've always loved walking nude around the house so I figured I'd christen my new home. I kicked off my shoes at the door and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I undid my slacks and they dropped around my ankles so I stepped out of them and left ...

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