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I was a little upset, but I didn't know what to do. Then the phone rang. A guy wanted to meet me in the middle of the night. I called him, then I called my sister, and finally my brother-in-law. We went to his place, and I gave him the phone. We started talking. He was my age and his name was James. I didn't know much about him at all, but he knew my family. He said he was a bartender in Orlando, but I never got to know him.

We talked for about an hour, about our parents, about our families, about how I was raised in Florida, about my life rhrh as a professional athlete. He was a good listener. I told him about all miralys the people I knew who were athletes, from my mom who became a pro cheerleader, to my grandma who was a professional swimmer. Then it was time to move on. I told James that the moment I met a girl, I wanted to be her best friend forever. James smiled at that. It was time to talk about our future. I said we should go to Spain together. He was happy meet australian guys to hear that, but a little uneasy. He was worried about us being friends with other people. "Is that okay?" I asked. "It is fine," James replied. "I'm so happy that we're going to be able to meet girls, but I'm afraid you're going to have to do something with them," I said. "That's okay." "I'm going to be so nervous because I don't know what to do," I said. "I can tell you are nervous," James said. "You really don't like doing it with girls?" "Oh yeah, I really like girls, but there are so many bad ones, and then there are the good ones. Like, I have a lot of friends who I think are really good. I mean, there are always girls that are really good. You know what I mean? I can feel them coming at me. They're going to talk about their boyfriends and their girlfriends and things. They're not just going to have an empty stare and a little bit of a smile on their face." "You should try them a little bit," I suggested.