Here’s a story I’m not proud of. When I was 22 I had a huge crush on this girl, Alex. I’d known her for years and had been in love with her for most of that time. This is how about how one night after a party she had been flirting with a guy at, I ended up spying on her and watched her have a threesome with two guys.
Before that, she’d only dated one guy, in high school, and I thought I was on the path with her to becoming her boyfriend. We’d cuddled a few times but I was too stupid to kiss her. I’d slipped my hand under her shirt and pet her side while we watched a movie. Looking back, it’s obvious that she liked me, but she was shy herself. And probably frustrated that I didn’t kiss her.
She had another guy friend who I was afraid she liked, but nothing ever came of that. She was hardworking and innocent, and I thought it was only a matter of time before we started dating.I’d frequently see other guys checking her out, but she had a terrible radar for that and never seemed to notice. She just assumed the best of everyone and had no idea how many guys wanted to get into her pants.