The end of a friend…

22 Nov

So it appears Mr No Name no longer wants to be friends.

Which is a shame because he was one of the several friends i have here whose friendship i truly cherished. (And not for the special benefits!)

There’s no specifics, no ‘incident’ that has brought this to my attention (in fact, it’s more the lack of incidents..), it’s just one of those situations where if i suggest we catch up one more time, i will officially be the equivalent of a telecommunications salesman who has zero concept of what the word NO means.

And it really makes me sad.

I may just have to put it down to a good lesson in what happens when you try to make friendship and sex mutually exclusive. Or maybe i was hoping for more than that the whole time. I really don’t know.

What i do know is that i miss him.

Maybe i’m underestimating how much Frenchmen think. Maybe there’s more to the story. Maybe he doesn’t know how to be friends without the hidden anticipation and the sexual tension. Or maybe, once again, i over analyse.

I just want my crazy, fun, intelligent friend back.

But I guess you can’t be friends with everyone.

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2 Responses to “The end of a friend…”

  1. Anna November 22, 2010 at 8:21 pm #

    I haven’t had much success with trying to be friends after. One was just really inconsiderate and started wanting to be set up with my friends. I think it’s important to go cold turkey, at least for a while (once you’ve at least dated someone else semi-seriously).

    • Poulette November 22, 2010 at 8:38 pm #

      Hmm, we were never in a relationship, just friends, and friends before anything else. So i thought.

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