Friday night I worked 13 hours, followed by a 16 hour Saturday. My job is demanding.
Through fortune or fate, Friday night is a night where invited friends and family can attend the show that we had rehearsed all week for Saturday night's event and at which both DD and first-love/current-friend would both be attending. I wanted DD to see where I worked and get a glimpse of what I did. When I learned that FL/CF would be there, I thought it was a good chance for them to meet...very briefly.
I was slightly worried that FL/CF would be a dbag to DD, but was pleased when upon conclusion of the show as I walked DD upstairs to get my keys so he could go back to my place and wait for me that we met FL/CF, his mother and his mother's best friends (whose daughter was in the show) and they were cordial...and it was brief.
This led to an interesting conversation regarding platonic relationships between men and women, and also the reality of friendships with exes.
"You're friends with your ex," I point out.
"I'm friendly with my ex becuase of our daughters. It's not the same," he says.
Valid point.
"I might be weird then. I have always had close male friends. I used to crash in my friends' beds without so much as an inappropriate move made, and vice versa."
"Not even a boob squeeze attempt?" DD asks. He's not even joking.
"Nope."
"They thought about it."
"Well, I didn't. And if they did, they knew me well enough to know they'd get an elbow in the eye in retaliation."
"You're a tough girl," he says.
I've never been considered tough. Weeny. That's my usual label.
"You really think so?" I ask, settling into the idea that I might secretly be a badass and not even know it.
"You don't take shit."
"Well, that's true," I agree.
"I'm don't feel jealous. I get jealous, but I don't feel that right now. Maybe becuase I trust you or believe that there's nothing to worry about...in this moment. I mean, I don't really want you sleeping in other guys beds NOW..." I quickly interject that this is a non-issue. I am a mother of morals and virtues. He gives me a little look on the "virtue" part of my statement.
"So, in this moment, I'm fine with it."
There were a LOT of disclaimers about being fine with it now as if to say that may not ALWAYS be the case.
"Well, they're not going anywhere," I say, bristling
"That's fine."
Good, I think. He's being cool about this things that all my girlfriends think will be my great relationship downfall - or one of the things that is doomed to be my great relationship downfall - my man friends (space intended). I've had friends tell me that no guy will EVER be okay with me being as close to boys as I am. I've always argued that the right man would be.
There has to be something wrong with this guy. Things can't be this easy, can they? He's clearly a closeted axe murderer. Or he hits puppies or something.
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