Your taste of men was really..special. For some reason, you would always end up with men that either wanted the thing or were just messing around without being interested in you.

You were always heartbroken after the current man you’ve been talking to shows his "true face", luckily you had one of the best friends on earth.

Grayson would always have her arms open for you, she would listen to you and help you recover, only for you to end up back in her arms.

"Hey hey, don’t cry." Grayson whispered as her hand gently stroked your head while you were in her arms, face buried in Grayson’s shoulder as you cried.

"I don’t know how or why you keep going out with that kind of men." Grayson murmured