We go way back. I was a bridesmaid at your wedding. I hosted your divorce party. We’ve told each other our deepest, darkest secrets. But when you introduced me to the new guy you’re seeing … that was the first time I stopped myself short of candor. I slept with that guy! It was a year-and-a-half ago, and he had no idea that he’d end up falling for one of my besties—but still! Now, I’m agonizing over what to say. He and I both made eye contact—it was a knowing look—and I could tell that we both panicked. Should I reach out to him to forge some kind of verbal NDA? Should I tell you and risk ruining this chemistry you have going with him? I’m paralyzed with uncertainty.
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