Tales of the Girl Who Loved too Much

Once upon a time there lived a girl who possessed a very special magical gift. She could make people love her, not in a romantic way, but more in a genuine great friend love kinda way.  All sorts of people loved this girl, young people, old people, white people, black people, brown people. Everyone wanted her to be their friend, whether they had known her for a lifetime or for a day. But, as with all magical gifts, it had a down side. You see, you cannot possibly love back everyone who loves you, so you have to choose who will be your good friend.

And this little girl rarely chose well. 

One day she befriended a waiter. "He is a very nice and interesting young man," thought the girl whom everyone loved. The waiter invited the girl and her friends to go to a bar with him. "What a fun idea!" said the girl who loved too much.  She gathered her friends and they followed their new friend to a bar. As they were at the bar, the girl asked their new waiter friend to tell them all about his interesting and exciting life. He showed them stab wounds from his previous relationships, told stories of exacting justice on those who wronged his friends, and then told stories of felon charges he received after exacting said justice.  

As they left the bar, the waiter decided that he loved this young girl whom everyone loved. He promised to protect her with his life. "That seems such an extreme promise" thought the girl with no discretion, who then gave her phone number to the waiter with the stab wounds and felon charges.  In the weeks that followed the waiter continued to communicate with the girl. He asked her myriads of questions and told her that she was wonderful.  One day he asked the girl if she thought him a good dog.  "What a weird question!" thought the girl, as she responded with, "You are a person, silly friend!"  

"No, I am a dog.  I have no concern for my own life. I would happily die for you and protect you at all costs" said her new waiter friend. "Oh!" said the girl who loved a little less. "I think maybe, I um, hmm... should give out my number a little less freely".