Last night I had another non-date date with a
male friend. Awkward would be an understatement. I was over dressed. He was an
hour late and didn’t realize it was just going to be the two of us. I was
nervous and had three glasses of champagne before he arrived. Dinner was rushed
and uncomfortable and I couldn’t hear a word he said because of the very loud
and drunk birthday party behind us.
After dinner we went for a long walk in West
Hollywood. Window shopped for furniture for the house we will never have
together. Talked about religion, politics, having kids, our past relationship
and why they failed. Bought a éclair at Canter’s Deli at midnight and devoured
it while walking in the pouring rain, which I don’t recommend.
I wanted to stay friends with him, but by the
time I got home I knew I couldn’t be just friends. I really liked him and I was
willing to risk our friendship for a relationship. He wasn’t. So, now we are neither friends or lovers.
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