Best dating ex friend

Because I already had a year of college under my belt, I felt confident among the wide-eyed freshman who populated the majority of the dorms in broadview. As soon as I saw her, I wrote her off as a girl that would scoff at any association with me. Just because a girl was more empirically attractive didn’t mean that she shouldn’t date me.After all, she was hot—she wasn’t just cute or pretty. Perhaps it came from years of rejection and snubbing from the most attractive girls, but at the time, I had taken to heart this idea of “leagues.” Is she out of my league? To be frank, the idea of “leagues” was frustrating beyond the fact that it was a sports analogy. Convincing her I was a worthwhile pursuit—that was another matter. When I ran into her in the elevator one day early on in the year, I made a bunch of rapid-fire jokes.I spoke to her in the way I speak to many people, to enjoy the attention and not expect it to lead anywhere.

Sometimes a decision that seemed perfectly appropriate at the time turns out to be a mistake.Basically, I encouraged my gay BFF to hang with an ex of mine because why not? The second I set it up though, I regretted it, because I started thinking about what would happen if they hit it off and crushed on each other.Even though I no longer had feelings for my ex, that didn't mean I would want him shacking up with my best friend! Luckily, they didn't hook up, but I felt like my ex would have if given the opportunity.I lived in the last door of a hallway, she lived in the second to last. She was the first member of her family to go to an institution with anything approaching the academic rigor of the University of Chicago.I’m not sure if we kissed that night or if it was the next night, but before I knew it, we were together, naked in my bed. This made her insecure; she feared being stupid to the point of terror.

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