Confession # 89
I have been sitting on the bench, dating wise that is, for some time now.
Sitting on the bench isn’t a bad thing, especially since I have my “Three Amigos”.
These are three men who are very good friends of mine but I would not consider any one of them a romantic interest.
They are my Guy Pals; they give me the male perspective on dating, relationships and life in general. They, unlike my Gal Pals, tell me what I need to hear and not what I want to hear.
They are my Safety nets. I know that I am guaranteed a phone call on my birthday, flowers or candy on Valentine’s Day, a kiss at the stoke of twelve on New Year’s Eve, a bowl of chicken soup when I am sick and I know I never have to spend a weekend night alone unless I absolutely want to, because one if not all of them will come to my rescue.
They keep me company as I sit on the bench, but they themselves do not occupy seats.
They all pursue romantic interests that are not me. They all date with some degree or regularity if not success. And they all have active social lives that I do or do not participate in. So I do not worry about leading any of them on.
I like to think that if one were to look at my life from for the outside they might think I have pretty good, sitting here contently on the bench. Having a life full of fun and adventure without any of the drama of a relationship.
My bench warming and their company works for all us. So it seems.
But as I sit here this evening staring at the flower arrangements (sans roses) sent by two of my Amigos and wait for the other to pick me up for dinner and the SAP Open, I wonder if I will ever get off the bench as long as these men are in my life.
Hmmm…
Sitting on the bench isn’t a bad thing, especially since I have my “Three Amigos”.
These are three men who are very good friends of mine but I would not consider any one of them a romantic interest.
They are my Guy Pals; they give me the male perspective on dating, relationships and life in general. They, unlike my Gal Pals, tell me what I need to hear and not what I want to hear.
They are my Safety nets. I know that I am guaranteed a phone call on my birthday, flowers or candy on Valentine’s Day, a kiss at the stoke of twelve on New Year’s Eve, a bowl of chicken soup when I am sick and I know I never have to spend a weekend night alone unless I absolutely want to, because one if not all of them will come to my rescue.
They keep me company as I sit on the bench, but they themselves do not occupy seats.
They all pursue romantic interests that are not me. They all date with some degree or regularity if not success. And they all have active social lives that I do or do not participate in. So I do not worry about leading any of them on.
I like to think that if one were to look at my life from for the outside they might think I have pretty good, sitting here contently on the bench. Having a life full of fun and adventure without any of the drama of a relationship.
My bench warming and their company works for all us. So it seems.
But as I sit here this evening staring at the flower arrangements (sans roses) sent by two of my Amigos and wait for the other to pick me up for dinner and the SAP Open, I wonder if I will ever get off the bench as long as these men are in my life.
Hmmm…
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