Slept with this guy a few times. But we didn’t want tell anybody. We told everyone, “We’re friends.” But the word got out. We got caught coming out of a hotel, so while I admitted the truth,  he said nothing happened. We stayed as friends. But I stopped sleeping with him.

—Justanothergirl

Aftermath: Every time we hang out, he sees me making out with my guy. The trace of jealousy on his face couldn’t be rubbed off. I make a joke out of it: “We’ll be having great sex tonight. You know what that’s like…”

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