Irish Two and I went to see The Lego Movie today. Then we went for Vietnamese food. Then we walked home in the rain.
It had all the makings of a perfect date, except we were doing it as friends.
At dinner I gave him career advice. He gave me relationship advice.
Since we became “just friends” I’ve been hoping for more. I’ve been hoping for benefits. Sexual ones, to be precise. I’ve seen the Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake movie. I’ve seen the identical movie with Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher. These both convinced me that a friend with benefits is a real asset. Though I’m not sure this was supposed to be my take on them.
Nothing.
Not even a kiss from Irish Two.
Did he never even find me attractive?
I know it’s probably better this way. This way we actually stand a chance of being friends. I stand a chance of moving on. But I do miss the sex. I miss feeling desirable.
Of course, there are other benefits. As long as we continue to watch movies and eat meals without any touching at all, I can neglect to shave my legs, and I needn’t worry about doing anything to my bikini line.
After all, nobody else is doing anything to it.
Pizza of Doom 
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