So, recently I provoked the “I just want to be friends” speech out of a woman I really like “that” way. Familiar story to most guys, I’m sure.
No, I’m not here to ask what I can do to get her back. I am pretty sure everyone agrees there isn’t anything that can be done there.
What I do want to ask, however, is your opinions on what, if anything, I could have or should done differently during the breakup and post-breakup time.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell the story as I saw it… (Remember, this is just MY version.)
First met this girl through friends. First time I heard of her she was looking for some directions on how to make the igniter circuit for a potato cannon. (My kinda woman!) So I downloaded some directions off the net and handed them over. Didn’t see hide or hair of her for a long time, several months at least.
Fast-forward to about four or five weeks ago. My friend was having a card game at her place, since she’d fallen into that social group. Nothing happened that night, but we did start hanging out together. I took her roommate climbing with another friend of mine. I loaned her some books. We had dinner and drove around the city talking. Hung out in her backyard with a big group of friends and had a barbeque one weekend. All in all, pretty intense socialization by my rather lax computer geek standards for about three weeks running.
One fateful Tuesday night she came over to my place, trying to avoid someone else she didn’t want to see, and
we sat around and talked, played video games, etc. She was wearing a skimpy sun dress (it was HOT that day) that fell down around her shoulders showing her bra straps. I didn’t make a move - she had been giving some fairly clear signals that she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, so I stayed away. But I didn’t sleep well that night. She had given me an eyeful and her perfume lingered in my little apartment.
Thursday night, me, her, my friend and his girlfriend went out clubbing. Not much to report, really. Hit several clubs. Not a lot of intense dancing going on, just a lot of friendly stuff.
By this time I have the hots for this girl. BAD. Hard to define why, exactly, but essentially she was the coolest woman I had ever known. She took no shit from anyone, was exceptionly honest and straightforward, and just basically a really nice and good person. And pretty, natch. And smart. Anyway, at that point I thought I just had a crush on her. (Now looking back, now I’m not so sure. The feelings still run pretty deep.)
Anyway, you can probably hear the fall coming…
Thursday night after the last club closed, she took off with someone she had met at the club. He was some 6’3" rugby player. (She plays rugby - learned it while spending a year in Germany. Unusual girl, I’ll admit.) Turns out she was just trying to find some time to talk with a friend of this guy, also my friend, Eric. That’s why she didn’t get a ride home with us. But I didn’t know that at the time.
Well, I didn’t sleep at all Thursday night. Seeing her walk away with another guy was quite literally the worst thing I’d ever felt in my life. I lay awake in bed all night, not able to sleep. I finally dozed off about 5am,
only to awaken at 7 and not be able to get back to sleep again.
So on Friday, I essentially realized I was in love with this girl, and hard. So I called her up and said, “Can
I come over later.” About, eh, 5ish I went over and
said “Can we talk?” So we sat down on the front porch,
and I told her I liked her, and in a lot more than a
friendly way, and I didn’t know if this was marriage
and kids serious, but definitely more than friendly. And
I wanted to get it out on the table. And how did she feel?
She said she had kinda thought this might be coming. She
said she was bummed because she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now. She expressed frustration and asked
“Why me, why now?” To which I could only answer “Availability. Because here you are right now.” (I
learned the folly of this half-witted answer later.)
She said if I was serious about this, ask her again in
6 months. She said she hoped this wouldn’t mean we can’t hang out any more. Told me I was the “most unique” person she knew. At this point I told her she was damning me
with faint praise, said goodbye, and walked off.
So, there was a fair bit of fallout after that. A
lot of friends telling me that I really should try and
“just be friends” with her. Reasons varied; I’ll get to that in a minute. So, I examined my feeling fairly carefully and decided that with the way I felt about here, I was pretty sure I could not “just be friends”. I felt my reaction on
Thursday night had pretty much shown what happened when
she even appeared to be walking off with another guy. And
trying to just be friends and maybe seeing her with another guy for real would probably be enough to make me swallow the barrels and pull the trigger.
So I pretty much communicated same sentiment to several
people. Many of my friends (all male but one) said, for various reasons (“she really needs friends right now”, “she’s coming off bad relationships”, “you can surely handle the pain”) that I should try and be her friend.
But I’ve held firm. And it’s hurting everyone, even me. I really do enjoy her company immensely. I really enjoyed that three week summer romance, and I was looking forward to a lot more. But I really do feel like I truly will drive myself to complete mental breakdown if I try and just be friends.
So, naturally, she’s mad at me. Her summation of the situation is “I’m not giving you what you want, so you’re going to kick me.” And that’s fair in some ways, not so fair in others. And, I should say, she has every right to be angry with me. But I just feel like… I can’t do this. You know, insert that whole goddamn stupid speech that Holden gives Alyssa when they’re coming back from the Diner from Chasing Amy here. And I don’t like what I’ve done, and it hurts me, and I know it hurts her. But I don’t see any alternative.
I don’t hate her, and I don’t want to cut her off completely. We can still see each other at friend’s parties. We can still travel in the same social circles. But I can’t hang out with her. I can’t do stuff with her. Not without going crazy. One more night like Tuesday, where she’s laying scantily clad on the couch, smelling good, and looking like a million bucks, and I could well be in jail for sexual assault. I’m not kidding. This girl pushes all of my buttons, all at once. And I feel like I can’t “just be friends.” It would tear me apart.
So that’s where I’m at. And I hate it. And it’s hurting me, and hurting her. And I can’t see any other way out except to do what I’m doing.
So, any comments? Anything I could have/should have done differently? Anyone see any kind of happy resolution to this situation?
Sorry for the long boring post. I know it sounds a lot more interesting from behind this particular keyboard than it really is.
-Ben