Which of course was ridiculous behavior that only led to ugly arguments.
But men step up to the plate, willing to sacrifice their reputation and hearts rather than make women suffer in ambiguity.I had a choice to make: either date Rebecca despite the distance, or scale back our relationship to a normal level of friendship. I would often say that we were just friends, but my friends, who saw right through me, called her “my pseudo”—short for pseudo-girlfriend.At the end of the three years, I “broke up” with Rebecca, even though we weren’t officially dating. Why’d that all crumble to the ground when she jutted up 4-5 inches above me? Normally I’d feel myself; completely comfortable and natural around her.