Friend Material

Kitty has a lot of friends in real life both male and female…platonic friends. XXX is always making a point of saying “You have A LOT of friends” whenever I tell him a story. I can’t help it. I have a collection of unique people whose company I enjoy. Most of them I can tell almost anything to. Most of them I love like family.

XXX has been referring to us as friends for a long time now but we never actually do anything “friend –like”. I mean we don’t go to the movies or socialize outside of work…OH…except for that brief period of time when we met at his place and FUCKED. That’s an entirely different kind of friendship all together. So I thought XXX and I had agreed to be platonic friends. He has mentioned on more than one occasion that we should go out to dinner or a drink. Interesting. I wonder what Angry Guy would say if I mentioned that I was going out drinking with XXX. Something tells me that Angry Guy would not approve. So I recommended lunch sometime instead.

Well today Kitty found myself with a few hours free after work before I had to pick up the kids from school so against my better judgment I texted XXX “What are the chances I can talk you into going out to lunch with me today? My treat!”

Now I thought that was a pretty light hearted invitation and fairly clear that it was lunch I was going for and not sex. Well to make a long story short XXX graciously declined my invitation somehow mistaking lunch for an invitation to bed. On the one hand I felt rejected but on the other hand I thought “You pompous JACKASS!”

I was pleased to be able to text XXX that it was JUST lunch and “nothing else”. To which his reply was “oh”. NICE!

I could feel his ego deflate from down the hall. After that of course he was too embarrassed to go to lunch and did not resurface for the rest of the day. I know he is having a tough time and I am trying to be a supportive friend. Being a friend to me also means doing social things. Big Cheese takes me out to lunch on a regular basis and there is no sexual tension on my end at all.

Poor XXX. No wonder he has no friends. Maybe we are just going to have to be friends at work and not “REAL friends”. Maybe XXX is just not friend material.