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), and I didn't want to make light of that by telling her: "I was looking for somebody that was cute, but then had something else to say rather than seems like she just wanted to get right in bed," she'd tell me.
"I was looking to have a conversation and then meet for a coffee, or meet in the park.
It was just different than what they grew up with, I guess.
Recently, Katie and I went out to dinner in the West Village.
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When I tried to explain that to my mom after I flew to the Bahamas to be with Katie over Christmas, she didn't really get it.