The "talk" Part 2

Flash forward to about three days later and I'm out with my friend Jeff.

Me: I can't believe I'm here with you watching a stupid Wisconsin game.

Jeff: Maybe you should quit knocking Wisconsin's awesomeness. By the way, what's going on with you and Dean?

Me: I then basically delve into the entire prior Part 1.

Jeff: Wait. He asked you?? And you said nothing???

Me: Yep. Pretty much.

Jeff: Not sure if you're aware but if a guy brings up the "talk" it pretty much means that he's wanting it to be more than just friends. Plus the guy has the greatest will power known to man. He sleeps in your bed every weekend. He wants to sleep in your bed every weekend. And I'm pretty sure you like him, so how on earth could you NOT say something?

Me: I don't know. I just don't know.

Jeff: You're retarded. You NEED to say something. You HAVE to say something. Plus guys and girls can't be just friends. I mean seriously. It's not possible.

Me: It's possible. I have a ton of guy friends. It's possible.

Jeff: All I'm saying is that we're friends. But I would have sex with you in a heart beat. That's all I'm saying.

Then it pretty much went downhill from there. . . haha!! And then I think every other guy friend I talked to said that I was a complete and utter idiot. I heard that a lot in the subsequent days. That I was an idiot. I ruined things. . . blah, blah, blah. . .

Then finally on Wed the 13th a week later I get the courage to say something to him. Well. . . sort of. He had soccer and then after his soccer game I asked if he wanted to go out for a drink afterwards. He was like sure. And one of the things he asks first when we sit down and order our drinks was "So, have you talked to that other guy?" No. No I haven't and No I'm not planning to.

Anyway, we sit at the bar for like two hours and I don't get the courage to say anything until we are outside going to our cars. Why? Because that's how I roll.

Anyway, picture me with two beers, no supper, and nervous as heck. Pretty much you get me with diarrhea of the mouth and constantly babbling.

Long story short: I think throughout the whole conversation I say "I don't want anything to ruin our friendship." And I finally get out "I would date you if you asked me." To which he says "I stayed here when I lost my job because of you."

And then we go back to being weird friends.



--This is obviously isn't how I wanted to finish this. . . but I'll have more of a rant later when I am up to it.