Ok, I didn’t realize, I never really went into how Brian and I came to be “friends”. Last year, around the end of March, I put out an ad on CL, looking for a male workout buddy. I received a plethora of responses. Some offering “other” services, some who hadn’t seen a gym since birth and some who were just plain creepy. A few passed the screening process, one of which was Brian. There was one other guy who passed, but it never came to fruition.
So anyways, we worked out a few times together, but I think I was hindering him, because he was working out 4 times a week, plus training for a marathon. I was hitting the gym twice a week, plus taking strip aerobics, so not quite a match made in workout buddy heaven. We ended up having a lot in common, i.e. hanging out.
I seen him out a few times with his friends and after a few text messages back and forth, we ended up going to the club together. In between all of this, I was getting mixed signals. He’d grab my ass a few times, and there was this one time when I was coming back from New York and we had a long text exchange about our fantasies.
One night at like 3 am he asked me for a ride home. I was up because I just got home from the bar myself. In the back of my head this was a booty call. I get to where he’s at, and he gets in. He’s pretty drunk. We stop at McDonald's so he can get something to eat. He’s flirting, looking at my legs, trying to push the skirt up on my legs. We pull up to his place and he invites me in to “have a glass of wine on the balcony”. Now, I knew what was up. I accepted.
We get upstairs, he pours me the wine, and we are talking. Somehow we’re talking, flirting, and I ask him to see his package. He opens his shorts, and I look inside. (I know, I can’t believe it either). He then says he’s going to bed. So, that’s my cue right? I didn’t know what to do. I asked him if I could take a shower. When I get out, he’s laying on the bed naked, sleep.
I go over and try to get him up. He puts his arm around me. And that’s it. Now I’m wide awake, and I don’t know what to do. It’s hard for me to go to sleep, so I get up and leave. It’s like 5am. In the morning I get a text message, and he asks me why I left, and apologizes for being drunk, and says I should have stayed. That was it.
We continued to hang out, sometimes flirting, but mostly learning about each other. Pretty soon it became a friendship. Then comes Miami, then comes Jamaica...and here we are now.
So here’s the thing, we KNOW a lot about each other’s sexual exploits. A LOT. I know more than I want to know about his, but all of a sudden, I’m still attracted to him.
While we were in Jamaica, people kept telling me what a “cute” couple we were. After I’d politely correct them and say we are just friends...they’d be like “Bullshit”. We got that a lot. Everyone thought we were married or dating. There was one lady I was talking to at the bar (I don’t know where Brian was) and she kept saying how she thinks we are going to be together, blah, blah, blah. Even if I adamantly said no, we’re just friends...she still pushed it.
So here I am now. He tells me a lot. He’s seeing a lot of other women, sort of serious about one....but I still have this huge F’n crush on him. Not because of the challenge per se. It’s more to it than that.
He told me & people in Jamaica why he admired me. He looked out for me. He told someone he had “too much respect for me”...we had hours upon hours of “real” conversations about our goals. And at the end of the day, minus his notches, sexual romps, addictions, and the fact that we are just “friends” ... he could still get it.
So I never told him how much I like him and respect him. I’m sure he has an idea on some level. But a part of me knows we are just “friends” and are in that “Friends Only” category.
So that’s it...that’s how Brian & I came to be...friends