I met Brian a few years ago through mutual friends. The mutuals intended our meeting at their housewarming to result in a love connection.That night we barely said more than 10 words to each other, but exchanged business cards and parted ways. Over the next couple years, we’d meet up for lunch or dinner or a drink but it was pretty obvious that we weren’t interested in a romantic relationship with each other.

Don’t get me wrong: Brian is a great guy. Amazing body, great smile, funny, good stories and amazing career. But something about our first couple hangouts told me that he’d put me into the friend category. Fair enough. I eventually got into a relationship and recently found out that he’d dated someone for a spell as well.

Fast forward to a few months ago.  As you know, I’m single. And so is Brian. And now, in our usual fashion, after months passing, we connect via text or email (can’t remember which) and agree to go to dinner. And ever since we’ve been hanging out non stop. Brunches. Coffee. Tea. Ice cream. Dinner. Really expensive dinners. Drinks followed by more drinks at a second location. And plans for him to visit my house for dinner.

Maybe it’s because I’m single and am having a tough time meeting quality people that I want to engage with on a regular basis (see my previous post on online dating), but everytime I hang out with Brian, I like him more and more.

So imagine my disappointment when, in my not so subtle attempt to find out if he feels the same, he basically shot me down by calling me a friend and telling me he didn’t want to ruin the friendship.
I tried to laugh and play it off. I lied: I didnt want to ruin the friendship either. But in the back of my mind I’m screaming for him to touch me and fighting myself not to kiss him everytime we greet each other with a hug hello or goodbye. (sigh: those biceps).

But everytime I snap back to reality after being lost in his (friendly) embrace, I’m left more and more confused why he’s suddenly so anxious to hang out with me. I know. I know. Women tend to overthink things where men are concerned. But why is he torturing me? Or am I really just torturing myself? I guess now I’m left to wonder: do I stop hanging out with him until I’m no longer wishing my last name was his last name? Or do I just sit back and enjoy the ride….of friendship…with a really sexy friend?

I met Brian a few years ago through mutual friends. The mutuals intended our meeting at their housewarming to result in a love connection.That night we barely said more than 10 words to each other, but exchanged business cards and parted ways. Over the next couple years, we’d meet up forlunch or dinner or a drink but it was pretty obvious that we werent interested in a romantic relationship with each other.
Dont get me wrong: Brian is a great guy. Amazing body, great smile, funny, good stories and amazing career. But something about our first couple hangouts told me that he’d put me into the friend category. Fair enough. I eventually got into a relationship and recently found out that he’d dated someone for a spell as well.
Fast forward to the last couple months.  As you know, I’m single. And so is Brian. And now, in our usual fashion, after months passing, we connect via text or email (cant remember which) and agree to go to dinner. And ever since we’ve been hanging out non stop. Brunches. coffee. Tea. Ice cream. Dinner. Really expensive dinners. Drinks followed by more drinks at a second location. And plans for him to visit my house for dinner.
Maybe it’s because I’m single and am having a tough time meeting quality people that I want to engage with on a regular basis (see my previous post on online dating), but everytime I hang out with Brian, I like him more and more.
So imagine my disappointment when, in my not so subtle attempt to find out if he feels the same, he basically shot me down by calling me a friend and telling me he didnt want to ruin the friendship.
I tried to laugh and play it off. I lied: i didnt want to ruin the friendship either. But in the back of my mind I’m screaming for him to touch me and fighting myself not to kiss him everytime we greet each other with a hug hello or goodbye. (sigh: those biceps).
But everytime I snap back to reality after being lost in his (friendly) embrace, I’m left more and more confused why he’s suddenly so anxious to hang out with me. I know. I know. Women tend to overthink things where men are concerned. But why is he torturing me? Or am I really just torturing myself? I guess now I’m left to wonder: do I stop hanging out with him until I’m no longer wishing my last name was his last name? Or do I just sit back and enjoy the ride….of friendship…with a really sexy friend?