The Waiting Boyfriend
I liked this girl when I was in high school. We talked and joked around all the time. Well, I finally worked up the nerve to ask her out to concert.
We go to the concert and everything’s going pretty cool, she leaned up against me for a while and we hugged a few times.
When we left, I asked her if I could take her to get something to eat, and she says, “Nah, my boyfriend is waiting for me.” My stomach dropped, and it took everything I had not to let my anger show. I never talked to her again.