I met this guy during a party, and he seemed nice. We didn’t speak much, just exchanged hellos and glances. We somehow got separated, and I felt bad that I didn’t get his contact. Well, we met again through a friend. He came to sit next to me and got my number smoothly, calling me at least three times a day. Every time he was available, he would call. This went on for 2–3 weeks, and then he went cold. He stopped calling and chatting me up. I tried to reach out, but he wouldn’t pick up. Later, I saw pictures of him and his babe, who is always singing ‘my man, my man’ on Twitter, always praying for ‘other girlies to have what she has.’ Well… God forbid!
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