Okay, here’s the deal: as pointed out in this thread, I am newly single after an eight-month relationship, which was, incidentally, my first serious romantic involvement ever. Me and the ex (call her Helen) parted on friendly and civil terms, made easier by the fact that she’s in Europe and I’m in the States. I was hurt as hell at first; I lost ten pounds in the span of a month (unhealthy in the extreme, I know) and could not sleep for anything. But I feel much better now, since me and Helen talked it over last week, while making it abundantly clear to each other that we were done for good, but also that no hard feelings were felt on either side. So, I’m feeling rather good right now, having thrown myself full-bore into my fledgeling social life and having made wonderful grades on my final exams.
The day before yesterday, a long-time friend of mine (we’ll call her Joan) broke up with her boyfriend of five months (we’ll call him Rob). Rob was not the most responsible or thoughtful of fellows, and Joan had told me she was looking for a way out of this relationship for the last two months or so. We had been mutual confidantes, and Joan was the first person I called when I got back to the States after breaking up with my ex, and she’s been a wonderful help to me in getting over Helen.
I returned the favor last night, when she invited me over to her place after work. Me, Joan and a couple of her friends sat around, watched movies and consumed intoxicants. Joan, observing that I was rather drunk and weary, offered to let me spend the night (though our apartments are only five minutes’ walk from each other). Now, me and Joan had a long-standing mutual attraction and affection in the past, but nothing ever came of it, and last night, I had the feeling that she was throwing hints at me like lawn darts.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I am deeply attracted to her. She’s a wonderful woman, and she’s got a heart of gold, and I will not lie by saying that I’m not considering making romantic overtures to her in the foreseeable future. But I know this is a hugely stupid idea, and I feel it would be healthy and sane to wait out a few months and enjoy being single while it lasts. The situation is made ever more complicated by the fact that me, Joan and Rob work in the same small restaurant (where such dramas are hardly rare), and I am friends with both parties.
I feel I need some sense slapped into me. I am a foolish and naïve young man, and could use a little sage advice here.