![]() ![]() I was so hurt and embarrassed by it that I stopped asking her to hang out. I sat there listening to her giggling at this guy’s dumb jokes, and I remember thinking to myself: To make matters worse, I had to sit at the table and play the “friend” role while some guy flirted with the girl I liked, right in front of my face. I walked up and the guy started to apologize and back off, thinking I was her boyfriend, and that’s when she dropped the bomb: I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, there was a guy standing by our table hitting on her. ![]() One night, we were getting something to eat. But I couldn’t work up the nerve to tell her, so I just waited, hoping one day she’d figure it out on her own. I thought I had a shot - we had a connection, we made each other laugh, and it seemed like we could tell each other anything. We’d started out as friends, but the more time I spent with her, the more I found myself thinking (I’m still pretty awkward, but I’m definitely better than I used to be.) Back then, I had my eye on a girl. I used to be really awkward when it came to girls. ![]()
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