A friend of mine, Scott, spent severals days with me last week helping me out with some things I needed done.
In the past, we were more friends via mutual friends but have always got along well. When he came over he was flirtatious from the start, but he’s always that way. Frankly, I can be, as well, and I told him right away not to fall for me. He remained adamant he didn’t like me in “that way” and that he was just there to help. Now this isn’t my first rodeo, and I know what is bound to happen after spending that much time alone with someone of the opposite sex. Actually we weren’t alone; my dogs Murry and Lolly were there. After Murry broke his skin making him bleed and kneed him you know where I am surprised he came back at all.
He did come back and Murry did jump up again, kneeing him again. His dogs are very small compared to my 65 lb Murry and 100 lb Lolly so mine hurt a little more if they knock into you. After Murry was wrangled, we talked for hours. Well... he did; he’s quite the talker. We had a lot in common and before I knew it, we knew much of each other’s life stories. Then, without asking and before I could stop him, he washed my dishes!
I was so surprised and I said, “You DO like me!”
“Look at you and your ego,” he challenged. “I would do this for anyone. I swear I’m just your friend.”
I believed the first part but not the second. He really is that nice of a guy who simply does nice things for people.
“You like me,” I smirked. He shook his head and disagreed.
He came back over the next day and helped me out some more. He even cleaned unsolicited again which wasn't why he was there! Then he turned to me grinning and said, “Why don’t you let me take you out to dinner sometime?”
I smiled, eyes wide and said nothing for a few seconds too long.
“Dammit, Kimmie, it's just dinner!” as he laughed.
But, it wasn’t just dinner. I knew it and he knew it even if he wouldn’t admit it. A million thoughts were racing through my mind. Everything from, “He asked me out on a date?!” To, “He has little dogs, mine would eat them.” And of course, I kept thinking about our age difference which never matters when we hang out, but we are in different life places. But then again, he cleans! Without being asked! Most of all, I thought of our friendship and how much I had come to rely on it.
This caused me to wonder, is it really a bad idea to date a friend? A now good friend? If trying all these new online dating & meet ups was looking forward and my ex was looking back, did looking at a friend mean looking sideways? I don't know, I’ve never tried it. You know what else I didn't do? I didn’t give him an answer about dinner. Maybe I will though, when I see him later this week.
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Kimmie is a graphic designer, full time dog-mom and aspiring aerialist. You can keep up with her craziness on her blog life-withdogs.blogspot.com.
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