later days.
it all started with a mutual friend.
doesnt it always?
we all worked together, but i had never spoken to you.
i had just gotten a promotion and was mildly intimidating to the new hires.
you being one of them.
a new pizza cook came in with your class.
tall, blonde, beautiful.
girls play games, and i had my game down.
a win-win situation for me.
i was never looking to date him.
i was definitely not looking at you at all.
until i found out you two were old friends.
so i played the jealousy card [and lets remember that i tried to use jealousy to my advantage].
i got a friend to come to dinner with me while you were working.
i flirted with you, a lot.
and made sure youre pizza cook friend was watching.
but something you did, the way you carried yourself, your shy innocence and gentle laugh made me see something in you.
i left you a note, a reminder that i couldnt wait to see you again at work.
walking out of the restaurant i watched as you showed it to the pizza cook.
hook, line, and sinker, right?
the next day at work, the pizza boy showed signs of something, but it wasnt jealousy. it was intrigue. why was i into his friend?
only i wasnt, i just wanted him to think i was.
next time i worked with you, we flirted, we had fun.
a night out... we went to a fellow server's apartment and hung out.
i had too many drinks and you started looking really good.
pizza boy had disappeared.
sober the next morning, i drove you home before you had to be at work.
and despite my sobriety, you were stunning.
how could i get myself mixed up so badly? i didnt want you, i wanted your friend.
i invited you over to my place to have a few drinks and just talk.
you obliged.
days went by, and then weeks, we spent everyday together, whether at work or soccer or my house.
i was letting on that i cared about you, and you returned the sentiment.
it wasnt getting physical, though the long nights of cuddling in bed watching movies left me longing for something, ANYTHING, more.
we walked into work together one morning, and rumors flew.
everyone knew you had been staying with me, but this made things all the more real for our coworkers.
the begin of our decline.
a bet. a manager bet me that i would give in and sleep with you within the next 30 days. twenty dollars to him if i did.
30 days came and went, and nothing. not even a kiss.
i collected my twenty bucks 32 days after the bet was placed.
32 days after the bet was placed, we went to bed together, and things began to progress in our favor.
things continued to be lukewarm between us, not hot, but there was something there.
a phone call: "evan, i need to talk to you."
"about what?"
"can we do this in person?"
"sure, no problem."
two days later, i go to your soccer game. you win, of course.
the drive home is long and silent. im guessing cause youre tired. pulling into your driveway you ask what i need to say.
"i cant do this now, call me when you get out of the shower. ill try to grow balls between now and then."
you agree.
pulling into my driveway, i get a phonecall.
an hour later, ive poured out everything ive been dying to tell you. im crazy about you. i dont want things to change. im happy with what we have.
you say you care about me a lot. and i say i dont want us to change our status. im so happy just watching the girls next door with you and having a few drinks before bed. you agree.
things stay the same.
a new girl starts at work. shes pretty, nothing special, but a great personality. the kind of personality that makes a girl who would be a 7 become a 10.
she comes to the house one night to hang out. we have too many drinks and end up sharing a bed, the three of us, that is. nothing happens, but the attraction you feel for her is becoming inevitable.
jealousy hits home.
a week later, i have a party at my house.
lots and lots of people show up. you and her being two of them.
i have a good time with her. i have a good time with you.
you have a great time with her.
you ask me to take you home later that night, and i do.
pulling out of your driveway, i see the girl pulling in.
she stops to talk to me. the next morning, her car is still there.
heartache sets in.
four days later i sit at home after talking to you for the first time since that night, writing this.
im not over you.
but im working on moving on.
you were my best friend.
be here still, please.
doesnt it always?
we all worked together, but i had never spoken to you.
i had just gotten a promotion and was mildly intimidating to the new hires.
you being one of them.
a new pizza cook came in with your class.
tall, blonde, beautiful.
girls play games, and i had my game down.
a win-win situation for me.
i was never looking to date him.
i was definitely not looking at you at all.
until i found out you two were old friends.
so i played the jealousy card [and lets remember that i tried to use jealousy to my advantage].
i got a friend to come to dinner with me while you were working.
i flirted with you, a lot.
and made sure youre pizza cook friend was watching.
but something you did, the way you carried yourself, your shy innocence and gentle laugh made me see something in you.
i left you a note, a reminder that i couldnt wait to see you again at work.
walking out of the restaurant i watched as you showed it to the pizza cook.
hook, line, and sinker, right?
the next day at work, the pizza boy showed signs of something, but it wasnt jealousy. it was intrigue. why was i into his friend?
only i wasnt, i just wanted him to think i was.
next time i worked with you, we flirted, we had fun.
a night out... we went to a fellow server's apartment and hung out.
i had too many drinks and you started looking really good.
pizza boy had disappeared.
sober the next morning, i drove you home before you had to be at work.
and despite my sobriety, you were stunning.
how could i get myself mixed up so badly? i didnt want you, i wanted your friend.
i invited you over to my place to have a few drinks and just talk.
you obliged.
days went by, and then weeks, we spent everyday together, whether at work or soccer or my house.
i was letting on that i cared about you, and you returned the sentiment.
it wasnt getting physical, though the long nights of cuddling in bed watching movies left me longing for something, ANYTHING, more.
we walked into work together one morning, and rumors flew.
everyone knew you had been staying with me, but this made things all the more real for our coworkers.
the begin of our decline.
a bet. a manager bet me that i would give in and sleep with you within the next 30 days. twenty dollars to him if i did.
30 days came and went, and nothing. not even a kiss.
i collected my twenty bucks 32 days after the bet was placed.
32 days after the bet was placed, we went to bed together, and things began to progress in our favor.
things continued to be lukewarm between us, not hot, but there was something there.
a phone call: "evan, i need to talk to you."
"about what?"
"can we do this in person?"
"sure, no problem."
two days later, i go to your soccer game. you win, of course.
the drive home is long and silent. im guessing cause youre tired. pulling into your driveway you ask what i need to say.
"i cant do this now, call me when you get out of the shower. ill try to grow balls between now and then."
you agree.
pulling into my driveway, i get a phonecall.
an hour later, ive poured out everything ive been dying to tell you. im crazy about you. i dont want things to change. im happy with what we have.
you say you care about me a lot. and i say i dont want us to change our status. im so happy just watching the girls next door with you and having a few drinks before bed. you agree.
things stay the same.
a new girl starts at work. shes pretty, nothing special, but a great personality. the kind of personality that makes a girl who would be a 7 become a 10.
she comes to the house one night to hang out. we have too many drinks and end up sharing a bed, the three of us, that is. nothing happens, but the attraction you feel for her is becoming inevitable.
jealousy hits home.
a week later, i have a party at my house.
lots and lots of people show up. you and her being two of them.
i have a good time with her. i have a good time with you.
you have a great time with her.
you ask me to take you home later that night, and i do.
pulling out of your driveway, i see the girl pulling in.
she stops to talk to me. the next morning, her car is still there.
heartache sets in.
four days later i sit at home after talking to you for the first time since that night, writing this.
im not over you.
but im working on moving on.
you were my best friend.
be here still, please.