Better Not

Tonight, I had dinner with a friend from all the way back in middle school.  But not like, “he’s my bestfriend” way back, more like, “oh shit, we’ve kinda known each other a long ass time!” way back, while I’m railing white lines off his dresser in my panties, and he’s putting clothes on for breakfast.

The guy that pays for your meal but only so that he doesn’t feel bad using the words blowjob or anal at the dinner table.

The guy that you call when the tool from the bar ends up throwing up.  The guy who’s house you can show up at in last night’s jeans and a hangover, purely because you don’t wanna be in bed by yourself all day.
Or maybe you just feel like being a trap queen that day.

Not a guy in the friend zone, but definitely not boyfriend material.  The guy that says gross shit to you but also pretends to be your big scary boyfriend when other guys say gross shit to you.  The guy that tells you that your hair smells really good, right after he tangles it up by shaking his hand through it.

A pair so comfortable, you sometimes take a second to look at him sideways and wonder… but quickly shake it off with a laugh

Nah. Better not!