My best friends are dating each other
You don't get that with the guy you met at Bowery Electric at 3am on Saturday.
I mean, I've Of course, by that logic, everything that is awful is doubly, infinitely awful. You're losing someone you love and have loved in a capacity beyond them being a fun sex partner.
September: I had had a couple drinks with my new roommates when Tom called to say he was back in town. But then Tom kissed me, and it was every bit as good as I remembered. Except it kept happening, which -- like our friendship -- kind of worked for a while.
He scooped me up onto the handlebars of his bike and we rode ecstatically through the empty streets, chatting all the way. He pulled back, checked in -- "I know we shouldn't, but..." I just kissed him back, done with pretending I didn't know what I wanted. We kept seeing other people, but one or two times a month we'd lie about where we were sleeping and I'd slip up the back stairs to his apartment.
"You guys are weird." I’d laugh, shrug it off, and reassure everyone that it was chill because I fell hard for a boy who didn't love me back late in my first year at college.
You have all the same hobbies and interests, and when you're both single, you basically use each other for dates as it is.3. Your family knows your best friend so well and they already approve (they even make sure to tell you that not so subtly). If you just went out with whoever your mom approved of, you'd be married to her old sorority sister's kid.
Call it jealousy, but you just get a twinge of annoyance whenever you see them with someone else.
Sleeping with friends is a thing we all seem to have gotten down with. I realized during one particularly nasty winter weekend that I saw him literally every day; and when I didn't, things felt shittier. Beyond that, there was just a lack of dignity and stress acne. But in short: the person I went to for love and support was the person causing me pain. The fact that my heart couldn't get past something as common as a (yearning, horribly intense) crush in order to keep Tom in my life made me angry at it for being such a dumbass, even while I was justifiably furious with Tom for not being the person I needed him to be.
But what happens when the "friend" is actually someone who really matters to you, and it doesn't work out? Late winter, he had some people over at his place (which basically meant we were having people over). " asked a mutual friend, so well intentioned, so unaware of what she was about to do. We went our separate ways for the summer, and that should have been the end of it.