My name is bruce

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
My name is Bruce and I’m 35 years old.
I live in Manhattan, New York, the same place where I was born.
Since I was a little child, I’ve always been the eccentric guy, no matter whereI am, the people always recognized me because I like to do the different things that the people do not usually do.
When I was about twelve years old, I started to notice that I felt kind ofattraction to people of my same gender, especially I felt some attraction to my best friend’s brother, who was three years older than me. That was driving me crazy because I had a beautiful girlfriend and Ireally loved her so much. Then I figured out that I had a sexual orientation problem. Sometimes I like girls and sometimes I just like boys, I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. I think this is why I’m sosentimental, I always want to cry. I became more emotional than before. So I start to go with a therapist named Charlotte.
I met a lot of girls and boys the last years. But just a year ago I met a guynamed Bob, and a few weeks ago I moved to live with him in our own house. We don’t have a serious relationship, but we are a kind of friends with benefits.
I didn't get enough from Bob, he is so cold.And that was the moment when I tried to find love from a girl again. So I posted a letter on a famous New York’s newspaper looking for a girl, kind of a blind date, and fortunately a girl answered it.Her name was Prudence. We chose a famous restaurant of Manhattan and set up a date. The day came and I saw her. The first thing I noticed was her voluptuous breast. The date didn’t go so well, maybebecause she noticed my weirdness or because I started to make comments about her wonderful breast, or maybe because I talked with her about my sexual orientation, there are so many things that couldscared her. But the oddest thing of all of this was that the waiter never showed up in our table.

My male lover Bob wasn’t so happy with this. Sometimes he used to act so selfish and childish; I...
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