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When I’m drunk, I crave the comforts of a man’s touch and I can usually find one, to hold me, kiss me, and be my boyfriend for the night but when I wake up I realize it was all a drunken mess. The fling always ends that night and he never contacts me and it only makes me realize even more that the only type of man that could ever love me is one who is too intoxicated to realize who the real me is.