I liked him first. I swear, I did.
But she made her feelings known first, and she’s a beautiful girl. He’d be a fool to say no.
He’s not a fool.
So I watch, stomach clenched, as she goes through the motions of asking him out. I wince, a dead feeling in the pit of my stomach, when he texts me to ask what I think of her because, like it or not, he and I are also friends. And then I sigh, swallowing my feelings to answer truthfully because, honestly, I’d be lying if I said anything other than “You would be lucky to have her.”
I mean, let’s face it, there’s a reason she’s my friend, and it’s the same reason that would make any decent man want to be with her: She is an awesome person.
My inability to express my feelings, coupled with my strong aptitude towards loyalty have put me in quite the precarious situation. I don’t even known what the best case scenario here would be. I mean, what exactly are my options?
A – They go out, have a blast, decide they want to be together, and then I need to figure out how to hang out with the two of them without wanting to strangle myself.
B – They go out, have a blast, decide they want to be together, but after only a couple of dates, realize they aren’t sexually compatible and break it off, leaving me unable to swoop in because… Eskimo sisters? No thanks.
C – They go out, have a blast, but realize they’d rather be friends, and then he realizes I’m a total babe and decides he wants to date me instead, leaving my best friend either totally okay with it, or totally uncomfortable with it. It’ll be touch-and-go.
D -They go out, have a blast, but realize they’d rather be friends, and since he’s not really into me in that way, I need to figure out how to get over my crush so the three of us can begin a fun-filled platonic friendship. (Groan)
At this point, all scenarios have equal plausibility in my eyes, and literally, all I can do is wait and see what happens. I hate waiting.
Or I could also just remember that the sea is plenty full of fishies and chill the f*ck out.