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The Whispers…
“Yea, I had to finally call the cops on the guy. He’s on a restraining order now…” “My parents got involved. It was ugly. They sided with HER!” “She told me he forced himself on her. Raped her. I cooked dinner for him that very night.” “Well you should have seen what she was wearing. You can’t tell me she was just asking for it.” “I didn’t know what I was doing. It’ll never happen again baby, I promise you.” “You should have seen him. He had tears in his eyes, on his knees apologizing to me. He begged me to come back, and be with him forever. It seemed so real. It seemed so sincere…. Even asked me to marry him. The next week, I saw him leave the club with her, and he didn’t come back.” “She was gorgeous. We went out that night. I took her to dinner. When we arrived at the club, within minutes, she was all over some other guy. She looked hot, and knew it. She told me she didn’t need a ride home. She’s so hot. You’ve got to pay the price for that type of woman.” “He was so jealous of me. Wouldn’t let me dance with anyone else. He made it a rule that guys had to ask “him” before they could dance with me. I don’t understand why it wasn’t a two-way street. He could dance with whomever, but not me. I felt like an animal in a cage or something.” “I was so in love with my ex. I put up with so much. I am talking about betrayal, lies, cheating, cops, other women, restraining order, having my father and family get involved, just so horrible. And I tolerated every single thing that my ex threw at me. Why? I don’t know.” “I was so in love. He just didn’t care. When I wasn’t looking, he was all over anything that showed leg. My friends never told me about what he was doing behind my back, but they knew all along. He even asked them not to tell me. It seemed everyone knew but me. I was such a fool.” “She was always going out, every single night. One day, she just asked for a divorce. That was it. No reason. No nothing. She just didn’t want to be with me anymore. Dancing stole her away from me.”
The Death of The Player
Then, one day, out of nowhere, these men will suddenly decide they don't want to date anyone in the dance scene anymore. What's the use of seeing all your spent trash in your playground every week? They realize they want to keep the dance scene their fun and exercise. Now, they only date outside of the scene, and leave they’re playfulness at the clubs. Do they ever change? …only where they’ve played.
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