And for once, it’s not my tragedy, indirectly.
Since last year, one of my guy friends decided he quite liked me. During my single periods, we’d snog every now and then, but as much as I love him to pieces, I’m not attracted to him to warrant anything more. The snogging ceased last year.
To other women, this man is hot stuff. He is bright, charming, good looking, well-educated, has a good solid career with a large insurance company, is very well-off and is fun. So he poured his heart out to me a couple of months ago, expressing his feelings that I simply cannot and will not return. We remain good friends though.
When I hooked up with Small Bum, he became jealous and elusive and told me he needed a month break of no contact. I agreed. He seems better, but I still get the same vibes and chirps every now and then. He purposefully calls Small Bum anything but his real name. "How is John?" (His name is Dave.) "Have you seen Luke lately?" (No I haven't seen Dave lately.)
In the meantime, there is a common friend that is completely in love with him and would do anything for him. She’s American, from a very high profile family, is stinking rich, is Princeton educated, lives in a mansion, and on top of that is a sweet, sweet girl. But as he once said, “My life would be so easy. If only I could fall in love with her.” And he can’t. So here’s a girl who knows how he feels about average little old me, and still is willing to do anything and everything for him, even though she’s well sought after by gold diggers.And she knows how he really feels.
They got together again, as they do randomly, the other night. She said to him, “You lighten up around (Peas), I know you love her, but that’s ok.” They kissed once and he went home.
Life is fuuucked up.
It’s crazy. But what can one do? As the French say, “Life eez sheet. Deal weeth eet.”