The Time I Stole My Friend’s Man

Everything was perfect. I had just made a new friend in the school I was attending at the time. Before I knew it, we were taking road trips to her beautiful house that was a few hours outside of LA. Music blasting, sunsets setting, the mesmerizing ocean, mountains, it was dope! I was looking for a new church to go to, and she went to one in Hollywood called Mosaic. I had heard of it before, but never went. She invited me to go with her one Sunday!

Since the day we became friends, she had been talking forever about a guy she was crazy about ever since she was young! I’m talking years of liking him guys, not just a random new boy in town. He was a long-time family friend, and I told her to tell him how she felt since they knew each other so well! She didn’t tell him, but I still hoped that somehow things would work out for them.

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We went to an evening service one Sunday at the church, and the guy that she liked met us there with a few of his buddies. He was really sweet, such a great guy. I purposely sat on the end of the row so that they would sit together. I know, I know, kind of dumb but I’m a hopeless romantic like that okay, let me live my life. After the service, we went to a pizza place next door because honestly what’s more romantic than pizza? Nuthin!

The guy she liked was cool, but very quiet! She was quiet as well that night to my surprise! I talked with everyone there, and apparently impressed all of the guys with how much pizza I ate that night. Listen ya’ll, I was really hungry okay, so If a guy offers me his piece you best believe imma be all over dat! Is that an attractive quality or something? I don’t know, regardless we were all having a great time and I thought things were going really well! Boy was I ever wrong.

After that night I hadn’t heard from her in a while, so I shot her a text. One day later- no response. Two days- no response. I began to wonder if everything was alright, because we would normally text all of the time! I gave it at least one week, then tried reaching out again only for her to tell me that we were no longer friends. No real reason or answer behind it, just that it wasn’t “working out.” Which made absolutely no sense, because we were such good friends!

I was confused more than ever, but I just let it be. About six months later- the summer of 2017, I was on summer break back in my hometown, Minneapolis. One morning I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize. In this text was a very detailed, and poetic paragraph of how much affection and admiration this person texting had for me. I didn’t know who it was at first, then at the end of the text he wrote his name as if he were signing a letter. It was the guy my friend liked. She gave my number to him, and he told me he hadn’t stopped thinking about me ever since we met.

Well… I finally got my answer! I felt absolutely horrible. I honestly loved her as a friend, and had no intention whatsoever of that happening. The lesson here? Don’t eat too much pizza in front of a guy, or you might just make him fall in love with you.

~ Xo, Rachel.

Author: remtique

Vibes don't lie, keep em' positive.

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