David and Darlene
I just finished watching a mini-marathon of "Roseanne" on Nick @ Night, and tonight they showed the episode in which David makes a move on his best friend, Darlene. He puts his arm around her and she questioned his action. He confessed to her how much he likes her. Turns out, she likes him, too. Except, the only thing holding her back is the fear of the weirdness that would occur as well as losing the friendship if things don't go well.
After talking to her sister and father, and after much contemplating and avoidance of David's phone calls, they finally met up outside her house. She tells him of her fears, and he tells her he would be okay if she says no. Right when he asked his best friend what the plans are for that night, she leaned over and kissed him.
I can understand Darlene's fears. When I used to like "Guy," I thought about asking him out, and at the same time, stressed about the weirdness and such. I got over him and had a interest in someone else, another friend. Of course, I had a few dreadful trembles of sorts with him, though they weren't of the Darlene kind.
We had a couple of dates, and had a good time. In the end, I learned the good times are only to stand still in my memory bank, he was only to kiss and I was never to be the object of his desire. Although I was upset, I'm okay with the reason. Shit happens, you talk about it, understand it happened for an unknown reason, you accept it, and move on.
And that's when Darlene's concerns came to life.
I miss my buddy. The weirdness and discomfort has taken place of the once vibrant and pleasant friendship. Well, at least from my side of the world, it feels that way. *However, I can't speak for him.*
For the past couple of days, I keep thinking to myself how much I regret what I did, "putting my arm around" and all. I just miss my buddy, the laughs of cracks and sarcasm instead of (my) uneasiness, the exchanging of complaints and views.
*Sigh* I will feel this way for awhile and eventually, I'll get over it. At the moment however, I just want my buddy back to chat with him about things, like it used to be.
Perchance, the aftermath, the timing, like everything else, is happening for a reason. Well just have to wait and see.
After talking to her sister and father, and after much contemplating and avoidance of David's phone calls, they finally met up outside her house. She tells him of her fears, and he tells her he would be okay if she says no. Right when he asked his best friend what the plans are for that night, she leaned over and kissed him.
I can understand Darlene's fears. When I used to like "Guy," I thought about asking him out, and at the same time, stressed about the weirdness and such. I got over him and had a interest in someone else, another friend. Of course, I had a few dreadful trembles of sorts with him, though they weren't of the Darlene kind.
We had a couple of dates, and had a good time. In the end, I learned the good times are only to stand still in my memory bank, he was only to kiss and I was never to be the object of his desire. Although I was upset, I'm okay with the reason. Shit happens, you talk about it, understand it happened for an unknown reason, you accept it, and move on.
And that's when Darlene's concerns came to life.
I miss my buddy. The weirdness and discomfort has taken place of the once vibrant and pleasant friendship. Well, at least from my side of the world, it feels that way. *However, I can't speak for him.*
For the past couple of days, I keep thinking to myself how much I regret what I did, "putting my arm around" and all. I just miss my buddy, the laughs of cracks and sarcasm instead of (my) uneasiness, the exchanging of complaints and views.
*Sigh* I will feel this way for awhile and eventually, I'll get over it. At the moment however, I just want my buddy back to chat with him about things, like it used to be.
Perchance, the aftermath, the timing, like everything else, is happening for a reason. Well just have to wait and see.