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Weekend In Pitt

I went down to visit the fam this weekend for Easter. We didn't really do anything but I got a lot of visiting of friends and family accomplished. Which was nice. It also brings up a single gal question - what's up with you and so-and-so??

The so-and-so I'm referring to is my "friend" down in pittsburg that I frequently crash at his house when I party down there and/or meet up with him out at a bar and then...crash at his place. This "friend" usually buys my drinks and I end up beyond intoxicated and making a bad decision... well, once can be considered a bad decision, I suppose this is more like a bad habit! Anyway, my best friend, whom I went to visit this weekend and lovingly refers to my "friend" as a puke, is convinced that I just have to like him a little bit or why else would I do that all the time. "Do you think he's attractive??" she asks. Well, that's a dumb question!! Who don't I find attractive after a dozen mixed drinks. I find the door knob attractive at that point... but, yes, for God only knows why, I find him attractive. I think it's that cocky, country boy attitude...ugh. Anyway, there's an obvious answer to that question. WHY I find him attractive is a little more complex and I'm just not sure. Anyway, my sister finds him equally repulsive - just as a side note.

So, with this sort of questioning, I feel I need to explain the "friends with benefits" theory. You really only have one or two TRUE friends with benefits. Only one side of this relationship may actually feel this way - when feelings get involved, you are NO LONGER under this category: ie my KC friend. You do not want to date this person, there are no feelings involved. At best, you at least like to hang out with them. And yes, you have sex with them occasionaly when the mood strikes - hence the "benefits". But, when you don't really care whether they call you the next day or even the next week, I think it's fair to say what category they fall under. And that's exactly where "so-and-so" resides in my figurative black book. Just so everyone is clear. :)

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Heather said…
For the record. I don't think he is repulsive. I just don't see the appeal. Maybe because I've known him since he was 8...

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