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The Masterful Way My Man Shot Down Another Girl
A super simple principle you can use for anything.
She went too far
“I have to say something to Feta,” he said gravely, taking note of the way I cringed at hearing her name. He was referring to a girl with an unrelenting interest in my new boyfriend and an overt disrespect for our relationship.
That night, she had simply gone too far.
We had all met through dancing and, therefore, were part of a small community of people who frequented the same venues each week for social dancing.
That was the first problem. People in that community did their best to be polite and tolerant of others simply because we crossed paths with each other constantly, either at dances, in classes, or in competitions where we would be randomly paired to dance together.
Maybe she was simply desperate to secure a new dance partner or a new friend, but once I entered the picture, Feta became much more aggressive in trying to dominate Jakob’s time and attention.
Text messages with heart emojis asking about his dance plans. Insisting they dance “just one more” over and over. Trapping him in long, drawn-out conversations when he clearly wanted to dance or talk with someone else — namely, me.
