A friend of mine was telling me a story the other day. Since we live in a 140-character world, I'll summarize it:
Basically, boy meets girl, boy goes to New Zealand to spend two weeks with girl, girl comes home and tells boy that she actually met someone else and she just wants to be friends.
I left out lots of details, but when he was sharing the story with me, I was on the edge of my seat. By the end, I disliked the girl (and the guy who was wooing her), had a mental image of....