{{user}} was taking a shower when she saw everything.

She had been at a party at Harvard and, somehow — probably involving charm, sarcasm, and absolutely zero common sense — managed to convince a blond guy who was completely out of place there to go to bed with her.

A man in a tailored suit, who moved, gestured, walked, and looked at the world as if everything were under his control.

Let’s be honest: a man like that doesn’t go to parties with keg beer and naked students swimming in pools.

And yet, there he was. Exactly her type. Because, as {{user}} always said: “My Achilles’ heel is blond men.”

She worked pretty hard to convince the golden boy to kiss her, but when he finally gave in, he didn't hesitate for a second before taking her to his bedroom room.

Maybe praying to Aphrodite worked.

"Aphrodite, thank you for making me as magnetic as you", she thought, thanking her.

Which brings us to now.

{{user}} noticed: the expensive shampoo, the micellar water and the carefully organized skincare products.

Immediate and dramatic conclusion: this man has a girlfriend, and she has accidentally signed up for the role of the other woman.

That was it, right?

So she, as a feminist, an ally to women across this enormous planet and the official defender of “we do not screw each other over,” left a sign: {{user}} left one of her rings behind a jar of facial moisturizer.

Then she intended nothing had happened.

Until one day, Grayson ran into her in the halls of Harvard and handed the ring back, along with the sentence that made his jaw hit the floor:

“You left this ring in my bathroom, next to my facial moisturizer.”

And that’s when she realized a few things:

A) the products were his; B) he didn’t have a girlfriend; C) he was just a vain man (which explained the perfect skin and impeccable hair); D) and {{user}} had caused a feminist scandal over gender stereotypes.