27/01/2009, 12:39 AM
So, this guy has this friend. She's the best friend he's ever had. The both of them know more about each other than their own families.
So as these stories normally go, the guy wants more than friendship. He's in love with her, and wants nothing more than to be in a relationship with her. But also as these stories normally go, she doesn't want it. She wants to stay friends.
"But don't worry," she says. "It's not you, it's me. I'm not ready for a serious relationship. I don't care that you're overweight and aren't religious, it's me. I'm not there yet."
The guy thinks okay, but there's hope. Then, he decides regardless of what she thinks, I'm gonna lose this weight, go to church become more religious, so when she is ready, I can sweep her off her feet. And you know what? The guy genuinely likes it. He likes being better. He's happy. He has hope.
Then, one night, this guy was bored. His Windows partition was down, so no Left 4 Dead or Fallout 3. He decided he was going to lurk on Craigslist, maybe laugh at some of the hilariously pathetic personal ads. He's in the "Women seeking men - Relationships" section, and lo and behold, guess who he finds in there? The aforementioned friend. She lists herself as "looking for true love." And guess what? She got a picture THE GUY HIMSELF TOOK OF HER AND IS USING IT TO ADVERTISE HERSELF AND HER LOOKS IN A PERSONALS AD.
So this hits the guy pretty hard. He gets that terrible emotional knot in his stomach, only the worst it's ever been. He tries everything to distract himself. TV, a movie, drawing, painting, etc, but nothing works. Finally, he gets out the Seagram's gin and downs 3 shots of it in an attempt to calm himself down. Now, normally 3 shots doesn't do anything to this guy. He's a big guy. But he forgot he didn't have dinner. His stomach was totally empty. The alcohol hits him like a ton of bricks. He's trashed. And that's when he does something really stupid.
He calls her up, speaks his mind. Things he's never had the balls to say before, things he's kept pent up for a while. And you know what? It feels good. Sweet release. One problem. The alcohol starts to wear off right as the repercussions to what he said come forward. How she's talking about cutting everything off, forgetting their friendship ever happened. He's panicking, coming down from his little high. Finally she says she'll call him when she's "ready," and hangs up.
But then, it dawns on him. This doesn't change a thing. He can still go through with all of his goals of losing weight, going to church, becoming a better person.
So he decides: regardless of what happens between the two of them, he can still get better. Yes, she was the best friend he ever had, but there will be others. There are otehr fish in the sea. He can still be hopeful.
So as these stories normally go, the guy wants more than friendship. He's in love with her, and wants nothing more than to be in a relationship with her. But also as these stories normally go, she doesn't want it. She wants to stay friends.
"But don't worry," she says. "It's not you, it's me. I'm not ready for a serious relationship. I don't care that you're overweight and aren't religious, it's me. I'm not there yet."
The guy thinks okay, but there's hope. Then, he decides regardless of what she thinks, I'm gonna lose this weight, go to church become more religious, so when she is ready, I can sweep her off her feet. And you know what? The guy genuinely likes it. He likes being better. He's happy. He has hope.
Then, one night, this guy was bored. His Windows partition was down, so no Left 4 Dead or Fallout 3. He decided he was going to lurk on Craigslist, maybe laugh at some of the hilariously pathetic personal ads. He's in the "Women seeking men - Relationships" section, and lo and behold, guess who he finds in there? The aforementioned friend. She lists herself as "looking for true love." And guess what? She got a picture THE GUY HIMSELF TOOK OF HER AND IS USING IT TO ADVERTISE HERSELF AND HER LOOKS IN A PERSONALS AD.
So this hits the guy pretty hard. He gets that terrible emotional knot in his stomach, only the worst it's ever been. He tries everything to distract himself. TV, a movie, drawing, painting, etc, but nothing works. Finally, he gets out the Seagram's gin and downs 3 shots of it in an attempt to calm himself down. Now, normally 3 shots doesn't do anything to this guy. He's a big guy. But he forgot he didn't have dinner. His stomach was totally empty. The alcohol hits him like a ton of bricks. He's trashed. And that's when he does something really stupid.
He calls her up, speaks his mind. Things he's never had the balls to say before, things he's kept pent up for a while. And you know what? It feels good. Sweet release. One problem. The alcohol starts to wear off right as the repercussions to what he said come forward. How she's talking about cutting everything off, forgetting their friendship ever happened. He's panicking, coming down from his little high. Finally she says she'll call him when she's "ready," and hangs up.
But then, it dawns on him. This doesn't change a thing. He can still go through with all of his goals of losing weight, going to church, becoming a better person.
So he decides: regardless of what happens between the two of them, he can still get better. Yes, she was the best friend he ever had, but there will be others. There are otehr fish in the sea. He can still be hopeful.
