You’re my colleague and my friend. Our friendship is a close one and, while you seem to have your life together in almost every possible way, the one area you don’t is your romantic relationships. I’ve watched over the past year and a half while you’ve dated men who aren’t very good for you. They treat you badly or they are just people to kill time with on the weekends. And now you’re flirting with me. I’m the one you’ve always confided in and the one who’s always been there when you’ve cried over the guys who didn’t treat you well. But I’m a woman. And I’m a lesbian. Yes, you’re amazing and I know I’d treat you well if we were together but I don’t know if you’re playing games or serious. Part of me doesn’t want to know. Because of what you do for a living, I’d like to think you would know better than to play with my emotions or my mind. I can’t be someone who fills the empty seat until the next guy comes along. I love you as a friend. But I could easily fall in love with you, too. So be more careful. And know what it is that you really want before you tell me again how we’d make a great couple ‘if only..’ Or that I’d be your type ‘if’.. Or that you love me because that’s never been part of our day to day conversation before this past month. Never. My feelings aren’t a game. Our friendship isn’t one, either. I’ve seen how these sorts of relationships go and I’ve never seen one make a successful transition and last. Every instinct I have tells me to be wary. I even talked to an ex of mine who says to just run away now while I can. But I can’t. So, even though it bothers me to say it, I hope the next guy for you comes along very soon and then all of this can be avoided. I’m wasting too much time thinking about you.
