YPs I have a blog regarding platonic friends from a guest blogger that has decided to remain anonymous.  I’m sure we’ve all found ourselves at a crossroad when dealing with the opposite sex as friend and whether or not to cross that line.  This is a blog about two people that became friends under unconventional circumstances but seem to have built a strong friendship.  Some believe that men and women can not be friends but regardless of what you think checkout this anonymous YP Guest Blogger’s blog and how her platonic friendship came to be.

Best Friend, I Have Found You

          About 3 years ago I met this guy in the club. He was verrrrrry different. I say that because he was nothing I would go for. I’m 5’10 and he’s 5’5… FIVE FEET is serious, I know. I was hesitant at the time, but I eased up and decided to let him have my number. He would text me everyday, majority of the day. The type of texts he would send my way would blow my mind. His frame of mind seemed like it belonged to a man of old age. He was extremely smart. Hell! I was texting him in class when I felt “stumped” about what my professor was talking about. Sometimes I wish I carried a dictionary because some of the words he used made me feel like I needed to get my knowledge up… So eventually I started carrying a pocket dictionary, lol.

          Throughout the years, him and I broke it off a few times, but we eventually came back to one another. During our time off I didn’t wait for him. I “did me”, meaning I dated other ppl and focused more on me. When we got back together. I felt like our conversations became ‘tighter’, meaning I couldn’t say certain things without pissing him off, or making him just stop talking to me. I refused to hold back on how I felt about it and when I did express myself about the distance, it just created a BIGGER distance. I would give up and then WEEKS later he would text me and say, “What are you doing?… Whats up?…Hey babygirl.” I would sit and look at those texts for hourrrrsss or maybe even a few days. I would think to myself, “What does he want this time? Are we going to do this again? Why can’t we just stay together?” I would go around pondering about his ONE text that he had sent me. Sometimes I deleted the texts and kept it going, but he wound up texting me his thoughts about life, which is what he would send me often. I would read it, then delete it, but then he would text me and ask for my opinion… I would give in after that. Then the cycle would restart itself.

          The last straw was the last time I went to his apartment, ‘for him.’ «You’ll understand why I said that a little later. Him and I were having a disagreement about how he never came to my house. (He did not/ does not have a car, but nor did I at the time… Nor did he have his license. I HAD/HAVE MINE.) He never meet my parents or anyone else in my family, except for one of my sisters. He only met her b/c she came with me to his job. I was getting irritated of his selfishness. He directed me to the fact he was NEVER coming to my house… I sat their in disbelief and fed up. After about twenty minutes of silence I left. I sent him a text later about how I felt about the situation. I explained to him that I loved him, but he was treating us/me unfairly. He never texted me back after that. Months later we spoke again, only b/c we were in the same club. He tried to contact me like he usually does when he “wants me” again. Like I said I was FED UP. So he tried to make me his friend… I didn’t know who he thought he was trying to make me anything that I didn’t approve of. I approached him about it, he ignored it and claimed he was drunk and said that he couldn’t talk when he was drunk. I waved it off and left. Eventually I just stopped speaking to him all together. He found another girl who went to the same club we were going to. Why did I stay at the same club he was at you may ask? B/c the club we went to ppl DANCED! I hate going to clubs where ppl just stand around, talk, and drink. NO! When I party I dance!

          Here is the kicker! His best friend/roommate and I became really good friends. I’m not a shady person, even if it sounds that way from this action alone. I didn’t befriend him off of retaliation alone. I never wanted to get this close in friendship. I never wanted to be his friend AT ALL! Damn sure not his new best friend. Simple conversation when we eventually saw one another would have been perfect. His best friend, now my best friend as well, and I talk on the phone, text, and BBM (Blackberry Messenger) all the time. We talk like we’re in high school. He’s given me the BEST guy to gal friendship EVER. I enjoy everything he speaks on and he actually listens to EVERYTHING I say. He’s even taken me out for my birthday, but it wasn’t just us! I have done his hair for him plenty of times, which I don’t mind. I’ve even been back to THEIR apartment, but only for him, not my ex. I would walk in there and speak only to him. My ex got the silent treatment. Not even a simple, “Hi.” No thanks.

          The last time I did my best friend’s hair I gave him a Christmas gift. He told someone, “My best friend gave me this.” I blushed so hard and wanted to laugh at the same time b/c that “someone” was my ex.

          There were times I talked to my new found best friend about how I didn’t feel right being his friend. I talked to him wondering how he felt about our friendship. He said that he appreciated me and how I was a really good friend. He said he was blessed to have such a great friend. When he said that I felt so mushy inside. Only b/c I did think our friendship should have existence. I explained how we shouldn’t be friends, it seems shady and manipulative. Even if there was/is NOTHING going on. He just looked at me and asked, “Did I do something to you? Because I don’t think I ever did. I never hurt you and you never hurt me. Its nothing wrong with our friendship. I’m not “him.” I looked and listened to him. His voice was forceful and his lyrics made plenty of sense. He had to repeat those verses to me at least three more times.

          I just recently became comfortable and relaxed with the idea. I have the GREATEST GUY FRIEND. I enjoy and praise him. He’s actually the greatest friend I’ve ever had. I’m never going to endanger our friendship. He’s the greatest. I have had a guy best friend in the past that I decided to act on and pursue… The end of that story is just that, THE END. There is no more to our book. No more sentences, no more chapters. Between him and I, I endured pain beyond my age and time frame. So I tell my new and forever best friend, that he will ALWAYS be my best friend. I’m going to always need a best friend, before I need a boyfriend.

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