Let’s Be Friends, Part Deux
Suddenly, everyone wants to be my friend. Okay, slight exaggeration. Not everyone. Just boys I’ve kissed. Yesterday, out of the blue, I got an IM from a guy I dated after The Ex and I broke up. It’s been five or six years since this guy and I have seen each other. We met through a mutual friend, became friends, dated long enough for me to like him, then was crushed when he let me in on his plans to move to London and his decision to not want to start a relationship. Fast forward six years–his London plans never came to fruition and he’s currently living in Southern California with his fiancee (who is nearly ten years younger than he).
Over IM, he asked me if I missed him. I explained that after he made it quite clear (years ago) that he was moving to London, I somehow (shockingly) managed to get over him. Apparently that was not the answer he wanted to hear. He got upset, told me he missed talking to me, and wanted to be my friend. My response? “The last thing I’m looking for right now is more male friends.” [Ed. Note: Hello, Margarita Guy all over again.] And of course, I told him I didn’t find it appropriate that we rebuild a friendship given a) our history and b) that he’s engaged and living with said fiancee.
Someone please tell me what the hell is going on? Did I miss something here?