i have this theory that the reason why boys don't like me is because i'm too much like them. generally speaking i have always been the friend. forever the humble bestie that is destined to never be seen in that way. for most of my life i've actually enjoyed this role and have found it quite satisfying to be filled in on love life issues and dnms and all that. until i, being the female that i am, cannot bare to be just friends and suddenly gain instant attractiveness due to such sensitivity thus screwing the whole friendship and causing "it's not mutual" awkwardness (thankfully it hasn't happened).
of course being the friend has its perks and disadvantages. but as collegehumor explains "no one wants to fuck their hoodie." in other words, what are the chances of you dating your bestfriend? yes he'll be the boy you can wear the daggiest of clothes around, zero make up, fart in front, ask to take you home while absolutely scat, probably lose your virginity to and still wake up and feel that your relationship has not changed and yes she'll be the girl you can stay at home and play cod with, give you tips on how to treat a girl on your first date, your parents secretly wish to be the one, the only one you'll never have to break up with ever.
but if you're expecting to start off as friends and eventually win her/him over, you're heading for a heartbreak.sure we hear stories of bestfriends falling in love and such. but that's truly one in a million. i always thought i wanted my bestfriend to be my man until i figured out that its like dating two people simultaneously. impending heartbreak and a waste of a friendship could potentially occur.
so where does this leave me, being the friend and doomed to platonic adoration? well the truth is, even though falling in love with your best mate is the riskiest move and even though you'll most likely fall for a jerk and he'll fall for a bitch and even though you'll marry different people and settle down and live life, you'll only truly love one person in this lifetime. you'll probably never truly wholeheartedly love (and no i don't mean a mushy, lovey dovey, butterfly-filled kind of affinity) anyone the way you loved your "the friend."
love,
ps. nice shirt hahaha
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