As sad as it is, our friendship was almost strictly cultivated online. You know the drill: you meet once, end up exchanging screen names (phone numbers are so 90s), and it goes from there. I think we saw each other face to face two more times over the course of a year.
But it worked. Basically we both thought the other was one of the funniest members of the opposite sex we had ever encountered. So we got to know each other better through profiles, away messages, smartass remarks, quick-witted banter and bad puns.
He invited me to a date function. I knew it couldn't possibly be anything but fun. After all, if I thought he was hilarious on a computer screen, the real thing had to be amusing as well.
It went well.
I had a couple shots of vodka followed by two Long Islands, I believe. I have a very low tolerance, and we ended up cutting out rather early. We stumbled to Little Johns, and eventually to my place, since it was considerably closer than his.
So I'll let you use your imagination here, but we went to my room. We did not sleep together, literally or figuratively. We hung out for awhile, and then he went home to STUDY. That's right, study. He had a test in the morning. I, on the other hand, proceeded to pass out.
So we continue to talk over the course of the next couple of days, no big deal. Then I get hints from him and others that he has crushes on some other girls, and I suddenly feel my territorial instincts kick into overdrive.
I knew I had no desire to be in a relationship with him, so why did I care? I didn't want to date him, yet still I wanted something from him.Then came the epiphany: hook-up buddies.
So I tell him that I've realized how I feel, and why I have seemingly been irritated with him lately. I like him, but I don't want to be in a relationship. I basically want to hook up with him once in awhile; no pressure, no drama. This is every guy's dream, right? A chick who wants to get busy once in awhile, then NOT want you to call her the next day? Golden.
He rejected it. Why? "I have to see about this other girl