Do I do these things? I can tell you that when I haven’t my life has fallen apart. And when I have, I can do whatever I want.
When you spent enough time working alongside someone, you tend to develop a good understanding of them. Sometimes you like them, sometimes you hate them. Usually, it’s a healthy mix of both.
Hiding behind a phone screen or computer screen all day sending witty messages back and forth just isn’t good enough for me and it honestly shouldn’t be enough for anyone.
The friend zone, while a terribly one-dimensional term, is real. Real in that if he doesn’t have an inner desire to sleep with you, he never will.
Alcohol is never a valid excuse for harmful behavior. You better believe that consequences are real and once you sober up you are NOT off the hook for what you did drunk.
The truth is, these prophetic heroes are few and far between. There is no beauty to be found in sadness. Running back to the things that cause us pain isn’t brave; it’s reckless.
“My friend was dating a girl for a couple of months when she told him that she was pregnant and he was the father. He broke up with her after that because…they had never had sex.”
The guy who is just too good for anyone. He is either a doctor or a lawyer with a fancy education and a fancy car, he’s super picky and doesn’t really see himself settling down with anyone – ever. He’s probably in his early to mid-thirties and will forever be single and too good for anyone.
I’m asking you to admit your uncertainty concerning how to navigate the tangle of feelings whose development you’ve helped facilitate and the willingness to tell me if you’re not as invested, confused, all in, or if you’re holding back.
They say that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, and if this is in fact the case, then why hasn’t someone taken the initiative to organise a gathering somewhere on neutral ground where we can have a few drinks?