CASE OF THE FRIEND
So here I am writing about my first, not tomorrow but today. I was nervous, I was intimidated, but most of all, I knew it was a big mistake, regret and I would be my best friend after, but hey, you only live once, right?
I found myself asking the question do I care that much for him, or is this peer pressure only difference is am not a teen, and no peer was pressuring me. But I knew it had to be done; I was already in his house. I had come this far, would I back off?
He had prepared a meal for me and proceeded to give me a tour of his two-room apartment that ended when it started. We were friends, and now we were alone. It had never happened before that we would share a space without another person, and awkwardness had morphed into a whole family of elephants just staring at us.
I immediately felt the need to be more ladylike and showcase my feminine side even though I had on my most worn jeans and a tee. The conversation wasn’t exciting, and my brain cells struggled to keep up with his take on the arsenal game, I smiled and agreed, hoping that the torment would come to an end, but my tormenter had a whole file on the team.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally became one with silence. He moved closer to me and, without any hesitation, said, “I like you……………. but only as a friend.”
Now, friends, I had managed to build up a whole relationship in my head with all the sequels that followed. With my pride very much intake, I responded in the best way I knew how to ‘the feeling is mutual.”
Now in case, you have questions, so do I…..will we ever get answers? No, we won’t because pride still hasn’t left the premises, but I will update when it has.