We were at a dance club with some of my friends from school. I went to get a beer and when I came back, I noticed that my girlfriend was dancing with a guy that I knew was a total player. At first it really didn’t bother me all that much. But after the song ended and they continued dancing to the next one, which was much slower, I started to get irritated. They were dancing much closer now and his leg was in between hers Lambada style. I tried to calm myself down, but as I watched them, I got more and more furious. The moment when he leaned in and whispered something in her ear and she started laughing was when the dam burst. I marched onto the dance-floor, pulled him off and shoved him aside. I grabbed my girlfriend’s arm, a little too firmly, and dragged her off the dance-floor. “What the f**k are you doing!?” I screamed in her face. She ripped her arm free, shook her head and looked directly in my eyes. “What the f**k are you doing?”

—Sam

Aftermath: We stayed together for a few weeks after that, but both knew something had changed that night. I had apologized profusely, saying that I trusted her, but I knew that the guy she was dancing with was a sleaze ball. Later, I asked what he’d been whispering to her and she said that he’d asked her how much she wanted to bet that he could get a blowjob that night.

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