Iconoclastic

Problem is, as friends, they still spend time together, and there is this wildly strong physical attraction between the two of them. I'm not talking 'ohh baby I want you,' oh no, this is more along the lines of 'worldly magnetic pull dividing all forces to draw their two bodies together,' kind of attraction. So, their friendship soon becomes a little more. And things start to get serious, so again they talk about it (I know, odd, but let's go with it), and this time they decide they're just going to let things be, and see where it goes.

Now, all the while, her boss's family, which is extremely close, are all aware the two of them are seeing each other, and take joy in constantly teasing her about the progression of said friendship. Making comments to embarrass her, and get information on development of this "relationship" (and in the back of their minds plotting a joyful union of these two people).

So, poor crazy, mid-twenty, mildly attractive, quizi-single girl is now taking hits from all angles. She is trying hard to convince her boss, and her boss's wife, and her boss's daughter, and her boss's other brother, and his wife, etc, etc, that they are just friends; she is trying hard to convince him this situation is ok; and she is trying really effing hard to convince herself not to turn around and run in the opposite direction (silly crazy girl, you should've run).

Now, for the sake of our speculation, let's say in the midst of all this, they go out to dinner, and then go back to her place to watch a movie. And they fall asleep (some details are excluded to maintain a PG-13 rating, give me a break, I already said eff once). In the morning, he rolls over and looks at her and sweetly says, "What time is it?"
"8:00"
"Oh, I had better get going."
What!?! What the eff? Ok, deep breath. (This is the mental thoughts of poor crazy, mid-twenty, not so attractive because it is first thing in the morning, wishing she wasn't single so all of this bull-crap wouldn't matter girl).
And then, "Can we talk?"
Why sure, it is 8:00 in the morning, and I have yet to have my coffee or brush my teeth, and the crust from sleep is still in my eyes, and you just told me that after spending all of five seconds with me and a night of, quite frankly, not so satisfying "sleep" you need to leave, what would you like to talk about, world politics or the state of the economy? "Is this going to be a serious talk?"
"Yes."
Well F*&K!

And so they talk, and he again asserts, with the paltry gusto that is uniquely male, that he is not ready for a committed relationship. She is not sure how to respond to this, for a number of reasons; coffee, lack of sleep, and total ambush being on the top of her list. So she says ok, and lets him leave. And as he passionately kisses her goodbye, she wonders how many of her other friends say goodbye like this. Then she gets pissed!

Now, we could leave our completely hypothetical characters here, but what fun would that be? Let's add a couple more provisional details. Let's say this all happened on a Sunday morning, and Monday poor, crazy, mid-twenties, now not attractive at all because she is battling the King Kong of colds, extremely single, and now depressed, girl has to go back to work, with a boss who knows his younger brother spent Saturday night at her house. And let's say said boss feels the need to ask her how her weekend was and then give her a shitty grin. And his other brother calls with a pathetic excuse to talk to her, and then proceeds to question her on who she caught her cold from (knowing full well that he had the same cold). And let's say she slept like crap the night before because she had failed to wash her sheets and they still smelled like him. And she just wishes she could change the past, because it has made the present suck; or tell all of them to take a long walk of a short cliff!

So, what do you think about hypothetical poor, crazy, sick, destitute and destined to be alone, doesn't matter if she's attractive because there will never be anyone who appreciates it, past her prime, but at least consistently sucks at relationships girl now? Yeah, pretty pathetic!?! At least she can find solace in taking out her bitterness on paper with hypothetical situations and conjectures.

So I ask again, hypothetically speaking, do you think it's a bad idea to date your boss's younger brother?

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!
~ unknown

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