"Trust me," I tell her. But she won't listen.

I continue. "I know what I am talking about. Ask any guy," I insist. "They'll back me up."

"You don't understand," she counters. "I know him, you don't," she continues, "and he understands."

She is wrong.

The story starts before that conversation, a few months prior. It was the week before a party and I was texting with a female friend of my wife and mine. We'll call her "Kelly" because that's ...



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