I’ll start with an introduction first. I’m a 22 years old male, 1m80 tall. I’m pretty skinny and not muscular but apparently I’m still pretty good looking. I always make sure my hair is on point and I’m clothed pretty basic, but still a bit classy. I’m not the most extrovert person on earth but talking with other people has never been a problem for me. COnversations always go fluidly except with that small percentage of people and then it’s awkward silences all time.
Anyways, I’m a good listener. I can’t remember how often, even without asking, people start telling me about their problems over and over again. I don’t know why or how, but people feel comfortable telling me everything and in the end, this creates an emotional bond. I often got the feeling I mean more to them as they mean to me, because I’m only the listening ear most of the time, but this has come to an advantage a couple of times and as you could’ve guessed already: this story is one of those.