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February 26, 2008
He wanted to be my boyfriend, but from the moment we tried kissing, I knew it wouldn’t fly. My interest was non-existent from the get-go anyway, so the disappointment was all his. We remained platonic, and he encouraged me to tell him about my dates.

Soon he was telling me about his escapades, too, and I was impressed with the diversity of his perversity. Although I still wasn’t attracted to him, I was glad many others were.

Years later, he confessed his stories were lies, to make me want him. But then I didn’t want him even as a friend.