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Ladies: Please Stop Doing This to Men
Sometimes, it’s just plain creepy.
Her, Again.
His phone buzzed and I glanced over with raised eyebrows. I knew who it was — he never hid anything from me — but I was surprised that she had sent yet another message.
He sighed as he turned his phone to show me the message from her.
Can’t wait. See you soon. ❤
We’re Together!
Her name was Feta (yes, like the cheese) and her worst kept secret was the mad crush she had on the man I was dating.
I did not care for Feta (the girl, not the cheese). She was quite a nice girl, pretty and fun to talk to. In fact, I liked her just fine until the night she introduced me to Jakob.
When she said, “You two should dance!”, she clearly did not mean, “…for the rest of the night and every weekend for the next three years”. She meant dance once, and then hand him back over.
By the end of that winter evening when Jakob and I had our first dance, he became mine before I knew what was happening. After two hours of dancing mostly together, and three more hours talking in a hotel lobby, we parted ways. I suspect we both knew one thing for sure that night.
