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You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he…

Ok I sincerely hope that this doesn’t come off as a backdoor brag or anything that makes it seem like I am bitching about guys being super into me. I don’t think I am All That or whatever (because clearly Rachel Leigh Cook has that on lock). But I don’t have any guy friends and this, exactly this, is why. Along with maybe some stuff that’s on my end. But mostly this.