Called a Pick-me Girl, But I’m a Real Guy!
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The day I flew back home, my best friend's girlfriend cornered me, her eyes burning with hostility.
"So, you're the one that got away, huh? His old flame. I'll give you this, you're pretty. But now that he has me, I guess that makes you... what? Just a boring old memory."
I tried to explain that I was just one of the guys, a friend, but she wouldn't let it go.
"Oh, I've seen your type before. The 'cool girl' who plays the 'just one of the guys' card so you can flirt without any consequences."
"Honey, have some self-respect. Don't be some cheap tramp everyone's had a piece of."
