Give it to a guy and regret it — the story of a girl and her mistakes
Best way to lose a good friend? I saw you with him! Don”t spoil your backbone with oil, but friendship between the sexes is beautiful. The heroine of this story succumbed to her feelings, but in the end she deeply regrets it.
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Sex minus friendship
“Platonic friendship is considered to be almost the lowest category of relationships these days. The Fredson concept makes you completely ignore friendship and think that being friendly with a man is the worst thing you can think of.” A waste of time.
We”ve forgotten how valuable it is to have someone to talk to about things. People with whom you share common views. Someone you can just be yourself with. After all, it”s supposed to be friendship, right?
Freely discussing even the most awkward things is stupidity that can be deceived. No obligations, no ownership, no drama. How can you say that friendship is less important than romantic relationships? Now I”ve learned my lesson. Now I understand how important pure, uncomplicated friendships are that arise along our difficult path in life.
I met him on a social network. He seemed different from all these young men I knew. He was well-read, intelligent, artistic and handsome. He was even a feminist. And I tried to hide it, but I was desperately drawn to him.
He seemed like a special person to me, and I didn’t want to ruin our relationship. I felt that I needed a person like him in my life. We were close to each other, but I felt safe.
I met others, he met others. Most of the time we communicate on the Internet, and once every six months or a year we drink coffee (or something stronger) and talk about life and relationships. We have the impression that we behave in exactly the same way in relationships with people. The sexual tension between us was growing, but we preferred not to notice it.
This didn”t last long.
When he invited me to a party at his house. I arrived late in the evening. Especially. And she stayed late—even on purpose. My drunk brain convinced me that we could succeed in this situation. And so it happened.
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When everyone had gone home, it was time to go to bed. There was only one bed, which he offered to accommodate me. Just like in the movies. He offered me a warm blanket because it was winter. I said he couldn”t have his buttocks cold on the floor and his bed was big enough for two. Yes, and there are enough blankets for everyone.
We went to bed. I lay with my back to him and thought that maybe he didn’t like me and was generally pushing him too much. I was ashamed to go to him. But he put his hand on me. After a few minutes, I slowly turned my attention to him. The tension has reached its limit. We slowly started kissing. And then everything happened by itself.
The next morning was not at all pleasant. When you experience someone”s secret feelings for a long time, you enjoy that aura of mystery, fantasy, and emotion. Often all this is much more beautiful than reality. Then I felt as if something had taken me. But something else was worse.
Grown women should act like adults, control their emotions, etc. But nothing happened to me. I started to fall in love with him. And it was unnecessary — everything was like in the clichéd story about “friends with benefits.” On the way to work, he drove me home. He didn”t say anything except the weather. From that day on, everything changed.
We were no longer comfortable with each other. We could no longer trick ourselves into discussing all sorts of weird and awkward things. We couldn”t discuss anything else. We realized that with our own hands we had destroyed the beautiful things we had.
Soon he moved to another country. All our communication is supported by mutual subscriptions to each other on social networks. I no longer have a loved one with whom I could talk about everything. This stupid drunken adventure ended exactly as you would expect. When you tell people you want to sleep with your good friends, this is exactly what they usually warn you about.
Quite a lot of time has already been spent on this, I’m getting to know the guys. But I never found a replacement for my friend. It was a good lesson. He helped me understand the true value of friendship.
There is no one else to ask for advice. I miss his wit and intelligence. I don”t have enough friends who can remain impartial and express their opinions without judgment, no matter what the circumstances.
I don”t miss those kisses. I don”t miss this sex. You can’t give in to gusts of wind every time, especially if a good friendship is at stake. If you are truly important to you, believe me, it is better to maintain the “friend zone” than to expose yourself to the consequences of thoughtless drunken behavior.”
