Pretty Boys

I seem to collect them. And I call them my friends, and they are. I just wish I didn't hurt any of them, like, ever. And I wish they'd stop hurting me.

You've seen the movie, right? When Harry Met Sally? There are a couple of versions at least. The question is, can men and women be friends, or does sex (having it, not having it, thinking of having it, avoiding it, etc) get in the way too much?

I used to be better at this... No. I used to be uglier. I was a bit of a late bloomer, shall we say. Now, though. I'm not the most attractive flower in the world, but it's clear that I AM a flower, at least. I get my fair share of being sniffed. The odd (very odd, I'm still not everyone's cup of tea) gentleman wants to pluck me. Or something like that. And somehow, even though I spent years being overlooked by the male friends I had crushes on, my male friends can't handle it when I overlook them.

The nicest guy I know spent 3 HOURS ranting at me, when I said I wasn't interested in him. You'll think that means I know a lot of assholes--and I do--but no, seriously. He is unbelievably sweet, and it was well out of character. But clearly, I struck a nerve.

Another guy, one I kinda-sorta-used-to-maybe, we hadn't spoken in ages, and the first time we did, he had a go at me for not following through literally years ago. Again, this is a guy who's nicer than, I bet two-thirds of the guys you know. He is, or used to be, lovely.

WTF is *wrong* with you guys? Just because I want to sleep with you, doesn't mean I'm going to. Just because I like you, doesn't mean I want to sleep with you. And FFS, just because I sleep with you once, that does NOT mean I'm necessarily gonna feel the need to do it again. Sometimes I wish the lot of you would just fuck off.

There's a seriously thick, bold black line between 'golly you're cute, I'd jump you as soon as look at you' and actually acting on that thought. Grow up.