We were sitting on a couch together at one of me and roommates famous house parties. He was flirting, I was flirting. It was fun times. I’d do my lap around the room, playing gracious host, but somehow I’d always find myself returning to that couch. He was cute. Correction, he was hot. He was sweet too. And above all, he was into me. Done. Numbers exchanged and we were off into dating bliss for all of…two weeks.
There was a chink in the armor.
Actually a few chinks. But I ignored them… after all, he was so sweet… and hot.
A couple more weeks and a couple more chinks. Hmmm ya, this isn’t going to work. But… he’s… so.. sweet. Like that kind of, take you and your roommates out, sweet. Like that kind of, come over and cook for you, sweet. I must Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Perhaps the chinks aren’t really chinks, perhaps I’m being too picky, perhaps I’m comparing him unfairly to the previous one, perhaps…
Perhaps, these chinks ARE real. Very real.
Against all my better judgment, I think… I had to end it. But now what?
But of course, we stay friends…let’s hang out when we can or speak from time to time.
Nope, was his response. Why would we do that? I have enough friends.
Hmm k, well I guess that’s that.
But it isn’t just that. I genuinely miss him as a friend, and although I didn’t fancy him as anything more, I hoped we could continue to be friends. He didn’t though. He saw our relationship as one of all or nothing.
Maybe my desires were selfish, who knows. He does have the right to pick and choose his friends, right? In all honesty, I’m not sure what else I could have done to steer clear of an outcome like this. Perhaps we should have never dated. Now I see him frolicking with my roommates… ‘so you can hang out with them, can you…
thought you had enough friends‘… yes, I’m a little salty annoyed. Perhaps we should have just been friends.
I suppose one can’t be too mad because if I look at the reverse, just a few months ago I did the same thing:
‘We can ease up on this friendship thing for a while.’
And I find my actions completely reasonable when I’m the one dictating them *shrug*. I guess this is just one of those casualties of dating. But, I wonder… how does one minimize these types of outcomes? If you knew losing a friendship could be a possibility, would you be deterred from dating someone? In my case, looking back, prob not.