<human>: Can you give me a shortened version of the text?

My story goes like this. 

A few years ago, had a major crush on a girl I knew from work. We had spent a lot of time hanging outside of work, going to the movies,  dinner and going over to one anothers houses every now and again. Finally  Valentine's came around and I decided to take the opportunity, and use it as the day I pronounced my feelings for her. I got some roses, candy, a card and  drove over to her place. I knocked on the door, and waited. No one answers for about 30 seconds. When the door finally opens, it's not her. Instead it's a 6 foot 300 lb black guy with corn rows, and gold fronts, wearing absolutely nothing and sweating profusely.  He says in what can only be described as the kind of voice that induces  instant bowel movements,  "Who da fuck is you? ". I managed to squeak "I'm here for Lisa". He tells me to hold on, and disappears into the apartment for a minute. She creeks out, equally as sweaty,  and walks up to the door. I just handed her the stuff and left without saying a word. Found out a few weeks later, she thought I was gay, and she considered me her gay best friend.
<bot>: Sweaty black guy was banging the girl I was madly in love with, when I showed up with her V-Day presents.