friends..?
It’s no secret that most men do not understand the concept of being “friendsâ€? –and only! friends– with the opposite sex.
Right now I think I’m stuck–and stupidly, I keep thinking that every time G and I hang out, it will be the last time.
He can’t really think we can milk any more drops out of this “friendship� or whatever the hell it is, right? On my end, this cow is bone freakin’ dry. Make up your mind man. Or at least give me a clue as to what you want out of your last two (three? Is it three?) months you’ve got left before you go half way across the world to get your Master’s.
Do you want to keep doing what we’re doing? Which is a whole lot of you asking me to meet up with you… If it’s just the two of us, you insist on paying. If it’s with your real friends, the girls are territorial (guilty as charged, I do it too I’m not judging) and the guys hit on me or straight up ask me out, such as S. And…pretty sure you don’t have a clue about that. Which I confess, I actually think is a little funny. Because S is less than subtle.
So we can keep doing what we’re doing… which is pretty much nothing. Or I can start dating your friends. Which would probably make me a bad person. Or you could make a move and we could see if we do in fact have any chemistry and see if this goes anywhere—don’t worry, I promise I won’t get too attached, I’m a commit-o-phobe, remember?
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