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Kyle:
    Hey, I’m at your place, so don’t bring any skanks home :)
    I walked into his bedroom and opened his drawers, pulling a pair of mesh shorts and a T-shirt out. The shorts were too long, since Kyle was about 6'2, but his clothes always fit well enough otherwise, thanks to his lanky runner's build. I kept telling myself that I should stash some clothes here so that I didn’t always have to steal his, but that seemed weird. You didn’t keep clothes at your best friend’s/fuck buddy’s house. Did you?
    Leaning into his walk-in shower in his master bathroom, I turned the knob all the way to the right so the hot water would steam up the room. I began to undress, when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I sighed and stepped closer, placing my palms on the vanity and leaning on them. Staring intently at myself, I tried to understand what had happened tonight. I didn’t even like Shane. Why had his comment upset me so much?
    The reality was that, even though I have a ton of self-confidence, no girl likes to hear negative comments about her body from any guy, let alone a hot one. He had made me feel self-conscious. And I was never self-conscious. Was it because he was so gorgeous? No, that couldn’t be it. Zach had been gorgeous and I couldn't have given a fuck less what he thought of me. What did it matter what Shane thought? I couldn’t deny that the longer I knew him, the more his snipes bothered me. I just couldn’t help it.
    I stared into my eyes, trying to find the answer to my question, but the steam overtook the mirror before I reached any conclusions. Turning brusquely, I walked toward the shower, spun the knob to cool the water slightly, and stepped inside.
    As the water cascaded over me, an unwelcome thought popped into my head. Only one other person had ever made me feel self-conscious: Nate.
    I scrubbed my hands over my face trying to wipe the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t budge. Nate was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. He was why I had my rules.
    I had met Nate right out of college. He was ruggedly handsome, with black hair that he kept buzzed short, honey colored eyes, and perpetually tanned skin. He had played football in college, so he had the lithe, muscular build of a wide receiver. I fell for him immediately.
    We did everything together in the beginning. I didn’t feel whole if I wasn’t with Nate, and he seemed to feel the same way. We began working, and life started falling into place. I had done an internship my senior year with an accounting firm in the city, and they had hired me on after graduation. I busted my ass, and it didn’t go unnoticed. After about a year, I was entrusted with some larger clients and I rose to the challenge. My salary increased exponentially and I was making $60,000 a year by my second year with the firm.
    Unfortunately, Nate’s employment wasn’t quite as thrilling. He had majored in business, but had never done any internships because he was so focused on football. So, he graduated with no experience and no connections. He finally landed an entry-level position at an insurance company. When he took the job, I had encouraged him, saying that if he put in the time and effort, he would build up a solid resume and he could get in somewhere else. He was spurred on by this and worked hard. At first.
    A year later, we decided to move in together. It seemed the next logical step. By this point, we had been dating for a year, then we’d live together, hopefully get engaged soon after, and finally live happily ever after. I had been really naive.
    It didn’t take long for Nate to become resentful. He could barely pay his half of the bills, so I took more of them on. I told him I didn’t mind, and it was the truth. But he did. He grew sullen and withdrawn around me. He rarely took me out, always saying that he didn’t have the money. I offered to pay a few times, but stopped when he stormed out one night after berating me for an hour, telling me