Four months ago I moved to another company where I met alot new and lets say interesting people, and let's call him...Mr. Man. I basically kept to doing my work, just trying not to get too caught up in the ole office gossip train, but I can't help it, I tend to make friends wherever I go.

One real, real rainy afternoon, Mr. Man, (who I now think I made the mistake of talking to and laughing with) gives me his numbers and tells me to call him anytime for anything. (Now at the time and even presently I thought him to be so ruggedly cool as a person, and let me admit I was a little attracted to him), so I took his and gave mine. God alone know what possessed me... He called me that night and every night since then (yes we still talk, I have a real problem hurting people's feelings when I care even a teeny weeny bit for them, 'I should be shot")

I helped him in every way I could have thought of, to remedy his problems (like an idiot, I was falling in love with him and I totally