So I’m home for the weekend. I went to Starbucks with GBF (I should really change it to BGF – Best Guy Friend; Guy Best Friend sounds too much like Gay Best Friend) BGF, and it was nice. We caught up on recent events and even he was confused by Ned’s recent Katy Perry-ness.
I dropped him off in town and he gave me a hug and said, “It’ll be alright,” kissed me (on the temple) and I smiled. I like him. I hate to admit it but I do. I can’t seem to not like him.
Whilst we were in Starbucks we were talking about him and one of his friends at uni (he goes to one in Wales) and he kept saying how he really likes her but isn’t sure if anything happening is a good idea because of how close friends they are. The conversation ended up sounding like we were talking about he and I. He does like me, he’s admitted it, but he doesn’t want to lose me as a friend and he’s a commitment-phobe. Despite how much he “regrets not giving us a chance” (which he admitted when he was drunk), if he was really that bothered he’d do something about it.
As for Ned…I sent him a message on Facebook last night, so it might take a while for him to get it, but I basically apologised for using him as a verbal punchbag the other day, which I kind of did. I was going on and on about my excessive liking for bad boys and I’m not surprised he’s ignored me ever since – he’s no bad boy.
He is, however, someone I really like. I wouldn’t have let the guy up and sleep in my bloody bed if I didn’t.
I’d be torn between the two if I didn’t know I had no chance with one of them. BGF and I are too different. Ned and I…we have our differences, but we get on too. Or at least I thought we did.
