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My name is Logan. College friend of Chris, who has suffered the heartache, white male 24, a CPA and worth the time. Voted most friendly in high school if that means anything. I will be posting from time to time to give everyone another persepective, another personality to identify with. A quickie about my situation: On July 4th, the monday after I buried my grandmother, I found out that my fiance (wedding was Oct 22) was cheating on me, including the day we laid grandma to rest. I took my ring back and called it off. Due to the extent of the 'fling' and the actions of Stacie in the days following, even today almost a month after, I've come to understand that Stacie is NOT the woman that I'm to marry. I'm too good for her. I'm too good for that and I'm not the person to look down on anyone, except those that classify themselves as 'low lifes' through their actions. For my first blog, I ask you to define IRONY. Stacie moved to Houston to be with me (no other friends here) and cheats on me with a person i welcomed into my home as a friend..now I live in a bachelor pad (thank the Lord I hadn't moved in already) surrounded by friends and family all ready to come to my aid because of the atrocities committed against me. She is by herself, ALONE, in a city she's known only since October. For the road ahead. I'm one of the other guys heading to vegas so be ready beacause however emotional, raunchy (come on its vegas), fun, ect this spot will be 100% real for these are the words of two friends, living two degrees of heartache and running a savage burn through our mid twenties with no strings but our own primative needs. Food, water, a few hours sleep, and the need to be sexed. Hey, I was engaged but that doesn't mean I forgot how to seal the deal. (one deal sealed by the way, can't let chris have all the fun) And besides, who's to tell me that I can't get some for myself? i am i am i said im not myself....i'm not dead and i'm not for sale