posted on Mar, 7 2013 @ 06:37 AM
She called me out of nowhere and asked if I wanted to meet her for a coffee. Six months had passed since we last spoke. I remember that conversation
all too well. She was short, dismissive and cold – a side of her I was only getting used to at the time. All the pleasant experiences we shared
accounted for nothing; she didn't want to see me again, didn't want to remain friends and wanted to cut off all communication. It was a harsh pill
to swallow, but I complied and we did not talk for the duration.
Six months of non-communication and now she suddenly wanted to meet up again? It didn't make sense. Had she forgotten the hurtful words that met my
ears that day? Did she fail to recall the uneasiness between us? Did she perhaps suffer an accident where part of her long-term memory was
Nevertheless, I ended up meeting her. We had coffee and had a long conversation. It started with small talk about our jobs and how we were spending
our time. Eventually, the topic of relationships came up and it turned out that we were, once again, both single. I noticed an almost imperceptible
sigh of relief when she found out I was not seeing anyone. I was indifferent to the news, but acted as though I was surprised she was single.
We met several more times after that. After the last meeting, she asked if I wanted to go back to her place to watch a DVD. I said no as I didn't
want her thinking we were anything more than friends. “But I really miss you!” she retorted. Maybe I am just a pushover, but I gave in and went
After the DVD and a long conversation, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex. After, lying on the couch, she began talking about how
much she had missed my intimacy and how we should get back together 'officially'. “What about all the stuff you said about not wanting to see me
again?” I replied. She said she was just confused at the time and didn't mean it. I told her I would consider it. She went berserk.
The next day I received a phone call from her saying that she thinks we made a mistake the night before. She suggested that we refrain from seeing
each other again and told me to delete her number from my phone (I hadn't even re-entered it since our last few meetings). I agreed and for the time
being I didn't hear anything from her.
Two weeks later she called me again asking if I still wanted to be friends with her. I told her that she needs to make up her mind about what she
wants. Does she want me in her life as a friend or not, she needed to make up her mind. She slammed the phone down on me.
The next day she called and asked if we could meet. I told her I didn't think it was a good idea, but she insisted and I gave in. After meeting for
lunch she told me that she wants us to be friends. I told her that it would probably be for the best if we just parted ways and didn't associate with
each other any more. She looked disappointed and asked if I wanted to be a friend with benefits.
As soon as I heard this, I noticed a movement from down south, but was able to muster the strength to say no. She looked startled by my response, but
seemed to accept it without much resistance. We parted ways and have not seen each other since.
I still get messages from her every week asking if I want to be friends. Has reality escaped her?