It took a lot of courage to get my girlfriend to like me.
I was dating my friend’s boyfriend, who was a successful DJ, at the time.
I wanted to be a DJ.
And when I met him, we were both in college, and I wanted the best for him.
I thought he was a sweetheart, so I put my arm around him.
He wasn’t a sweethearts’ dream guy, so we went out for dinner, and we started having a few drinks together.
He told me he liked me, but he didn’t love me, and that he thought I was a bit of a whore.
He was right, and he wasn’t the first person to say that.
But I didn’t know that, and when he finally came around to it, I was like, Oh my God, you’re my hero.
So I decided to get him on the phone.
I told him I’d love to meet up and hang out, and if I got along with him, I could get a girlfriend.
The phone rang, and there it was: my boyfriend.
I immediately knew that I was going to have to tell him that I didn-miss that.
I started to cry, and then I got on the plane.
I just knew that it wasn’t going to be the same.
I couldn’t let him get me down, and so I told my best friend.
She’s one of my closest friends, and she knew I had to tell her, and it was so important that she told him.
She told me to come home and hang with him.
It was so awkward, because I was supposed to hang out with my best friends.
And then she asked me to tell my best man, and her best man is a DJ who is also my best DJ, so she’s a DJ as well.
And he’s a good friend, too, so they’re a really tight crew.
I got home and we went to bed.
Then the next morning, my boyfriend called me and said, Oh, there you are.
I said, Okay, thanks.
But it was a really weird feeling.
Like, You’re so good to me, I couldn, you know, be here.
It’s like you don’t care that I’m dating someone else, you just love me for being who I am, you love me and want to be together, you want me to get with you.
And I felt like it was really weird.
I don’t want to go through that.
Then, at that point, it started to dawn on me that I had a really strong attraction for him, and my best-friend, my best girl, had told me that she too was in love with me.
She thought that I could never be with anyone else.
But when she said that, I started thinking that I should tell her that I love her.
It had nothing to do with me not wanting to be with someone else.
I knew that was her.
So she said, I think you should tell my boyfriend and tell him, you can have me too.
And so I did.
And we talked for about a week.
And by the end of it, we had an emotional connection that I still can’t explain.
It felt like we had this bond that was bigger than our relationship.
But then, during the weekend, I had an argument with my boyfriend about something.
He said, Well, what about you?
And I said I want you to know that I think I love you, and you should know that too.
But my best boyfriend says, I don, I haven’t even been able to talk to you for a month.
And that made me really mad.
I know that you love your best friend, and your best girl is my best girlfriend, and they all know that.
And it was just like, I feel like my best life is gone.
So, in the morning, I woke up to my best bro calling me and saying, Hey, you still want to hangout with me?
You wanna hang out?
And so, I agreed to meet him for dinner at his place, and in a moment of weakness, I said yes.
And his response was, Oh no, we don’t do that.
We don’t hang out.
And this made me feel really uncomfortable.
I’m not the kind of person who wants to be around people who don’t have the best interest of me in mind.
So then I started crying, and all of a sudden, it dawned on me: I’m going to go to the police.
But that night, I came home, and the next day, I called the cops.
They took me to the station and took my fingerprints and the name of the person I met the night before.
They were just really cool.
I came out of the station with a clean bill of health.
So now I’m back to where I was.
I’ve just been waiting for