Funny, helpful, reliable. The friend who shows up early to help set up, stays late to clean, remembers everyone’s coffee order. If I couldn’t be the prettiest, I’d be the most useful.
He asked for my number before the night ended.
That’s who Sayer (31M) met at trivia night.
He was with coworkers; I was with my friend Abby (27F). My team won, he joked about me “carrying the table,” I roasted his carefully groomed beard. He asked for my number before the night ended.
He texted me first.
“You’re refreshing,” he wrote. “You’re not like other girls. You’re real.”
We dated almost three years.
Red flag in hindsight. At the time, I melted.
We dated almost three years.
Shared Netflix accounts, weekends away, toothbrushes in each other’s places. We talked about moving in together, about maybe getting a dog, about “someday” kids.
My best friend Maren (28F) was part of that life.
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