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I thought he was 35 years old, but in reality... He told me he was 35… he’s actually 48. Said he was single… turns out twice divorced with two kids — one almost my age. He looked young, stayed in shape, hid it well. I didn’t question it at first. But the worst part? He was only there when *he* needed me. No real dates. Just excuses. Always time for sex, never time for me. In the end, I realized — I wasn’t a girlfriend… I was just convenient.