I Came To Fight, Not To Flirt

Synopsis

It was the middle of the night when my sweet, soft-hearted bestie, Bonny, called me up, crying her heart out. She said, "What am I supposed to do when my boyfriend's got this so-called bro hanging around, acting all chill but clearly up to something shady?" I said, "Dump your boyfriend." "But I just can't let him go," Bonny whimpered, her voice all soft and pitiful. I suggested, "Then just call out that person." "But I don't even know how," Bonny sniffled, sounding totally helpless. Bonny was sweet and teary, the kind who could tear into bread, perhaps, but taking down a boyfriend-poacher? That simply wasn't in her wheelhouse. "Alright, just set up a meet with them. I'll do the calling out," I said, totally ready to step in for her. The next day, I put on my smoky eye makeup, slipped into my fierce queen outfit, and headed straight for battle. But when I saw the 6-foot-tall hottie sitting across from me, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Seriously? Nobody ever told me the so-called boyfriend-poacher was actually a dude.