Just Friends.

So recently I have been thinking a lot about the topic: Can Guys and Girls Just Be Friends? Now, I have always had my own philosophy, which I am going to share to you and maybe you can see my point of view, maybe you’ll think I’m crazy and just maybe, you’ll agree with me!

Here it goes. I believe that YES, guys and girls can just be friends. BUT, I don’t think male-female relationships go without at least one of two liking the other. I think that at one point one, or both, of the friends develop feelings/acknowledge the ability of more. However, even though they may have a moment of having feelings or stop to think about the possibility of the two together, they consciously decide not to pursue feelings. They decide that although it could work, it’s not a big enough risk to ruin what they have or it could work but it wouldn’t be “the one.”

So lets break this down into two scenario’s.

  1. You actually grow feelings for someone:
    This often occurs at the most inconvenient fucking time possible. Basically, you realize that you have a crush on someone who all your life has been like a sibling to you. Sometimes these feelings grow while they are trying to recover from a newly lost relationship and you have been helping them through the break-up. This fucking sucks. But, even with feelings, you realize it’s not worth it. That it won’t work out in the end or that there are too many friend moments that stop you from being a couple.
  2. You have a moment of “Hmmm…”
    This basically occurs when you have a close opposite gender friend who everyone, and I mean EVERY FUCKING ONE, thinks you are dating or should date. So, you have a moment of “hmmm… do I think this could actually work?” And you ultimately decide that you cannot and will not let that turn into more.

If anyone says they haven’t once seen their opposite gender friend in a more than friends light, they’re lying. It’s impossible not to at one point consider it, whether attraction plays a part or not! But, you can decide to NOT go for.

Now, all these scenarios, they can lead to more than friends. I’m not saying friends don’t become more than friends! I’m just saying, I do believe you can be JUST FRIENDS and truly mean it.

In an earlier blog I mentioned how I hate when people use “I think we’re better as friends” excuse because it sucks to hear it. And I think that the reason we say this is because we don’t want to say the actual reason why. Like why do you think friends is better? Don’t just say because friendship! Say the real fucking reason behind it! Whether that be sexual attraction or things you’ve done together that makes you too much like siblings to just being opposite personalities and just not being able to envision a life together. That’s okay! Just be honest! If you’re friends, shouldn’t you be able to tell the truth and be honest?

I’ve had to “we’re better off as friends” twice and each time it sucked but I had to be honest! The first one I said “I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re ready for a relationship and we are in two different places in our lives. I can’t give you (aka I’m talking about sex here) what you want.” Which, I think is only fair to say. It sucked and I felt bad but I wasn’t going to give him my virginity at any time! This was back when I was much more black and white about it. I’m super confused now…

And the second time, I just said, “I’ve thought about it but I just can’t see it ever really working out. I don’t think we would live together and have enough in common to be happy. But as friends, I can support you and not feel like I have to ‘love’ it or participate if I don’t want too.” And I think this is fair! When you truly love someone, you doing things for them, that you may not be a fan of, doesn’t seem like a chore. It’s something ou do to make the person you love happy. That’s al that matters. In a friendship, that doesn’t make sense. You do it but you harbour negative feelings about it more.

Anyway, end of rant. I do believe that Guys and Girls can JUST BE FRIENDS. But I don’t deny that as sexual human beings that we never have a moment of doubt. It just depends how we treat the moment and if we decide to make a conscious effort to be just friends.

I hope this makes sense and hey, agree or disagree, I hope you aren’t as confused about your love life as I am about mine!

Sending Love Your Way,

Broken Girl Learning to Heal


The Confusion Zone.

I am the type of girl who has always had a lot of male friends. Sometimes maybe even more male friends than female. I always liked the laidback, drama free life guys lived and always got along with them because I like being active and watching almost every sport (sorry baseball… you are 9 innings too long). Anyway, throughout my university career, I started wondering what was wrong with me. Why does it seem that all of my girlfriends have boyfriends except me? What am I doing wrong? My one buddy said, “You always friend zone a guy. Like you have so many guys in your life that it would be so intimidating to be your boyfriend.” Okay. Is this like a real thing? Are guys actually worried about that? They’re all my annoying older or younger brothers and most of them have girlfriends! Like what’s the problem?!

Going to a small Christian university also makes your circle of opportunity really small. I haven’t dated a whole lot but when you date one person, you’ve cut off like 20 options. I swear this is 100% true! But then again, guys seem to not care as much about past relationships as girls do… but either way, I was always the unlucky one in love. But here’s the thing, I may friend zone a guy here and there BUT I have been friend zoned WAY more. I have like three male friends in my life who I would date and love in an instant but I know they don’t feel that way and I don’t think they ever will… But, this past week, a mistake was made between friends and I fear things will now change.

Enter Rob*. Rob is a great guy. He’s got dark brown hair, brown eyes, a chiselled jawline, a muscular body and he play collegiate basketball. Yah, if you’ve been reading my blogs, I have a thing for athletes. Anyway, when I first saw him play, before the season even began, I thought, “hmm.. he’s cute.” My boss learned over and whispered, “Look at Rob! You’re gonna fall for him. I know it!” That was two years ago. He’s two years younger than me and I just laughed off the joke with a “in his dreams.” Fast forward through the year and we actually became friends. We studied the same program and I teased him as my “favorite little first year.” He became like a brother to my older basketball friends and always seemed to tag along to the parties he really shouldn’t have made it too. Everyone loves Rob. He’s funny, smart, kind and caring. He works with under-privileged kids and seems to always know when you need a friend. Let’s just say, I tried not to but I fell hard for this kid. I always pushed my feelings aside and stood by him during his numerous stupid little relationships. He has some growing to do, and so do I, but I always wished we would get our chance. But we had entered the dreaded FRIEND ZONE. I never knew how he felt about us until last Christmas. It was a Christmas party held at his house and we ended up very drunk talking on his bed (G Rated – get your minds out of the gutter). We talked about our dreams, fears and relationships. He started talking about how no girl ever truly liked him and how he struggled to find something real. I broke. “Oh Rob. Stop it! That’s not true! SO many girls are into you! Even I was into you! For like forever! But nothing ever came of it. I even thought we had a chance and that you were interested but I came back from my study tour and you had a girlfriend!” He turned over, “I’m sorry. I really did think we could maybe have something but I really love having you as a friend and I would hate to lose that! And I know you’d be amazing but it always seemed like something was missing for us. Like a spark was missing. I know that sounds stupid but I didn’t want to lose you if I wasn’t sure so I went for it with someone else. Seemed like the easiest way to walk away. Plus, you were gone.” This semi crushed me but also really helped me realize that at least I wasn’t crazy. At least he had thought about it too. We never really talked about that night again but I always held it in my heart.

Before I continue, do you ever feel like you hear the same fucking thing every time? The “I don’t want to lose your friendship” or “you’re too great of a friend!” WTF. Like yah, we’re great friends and great friends make great more than friends! Why is being friends stopping us? I swear if I hear one more person say, “We’re better off as friends,” I’m going to FUCKING LOSE IT. Although… I used that not to long ago too… awks…. (*more on that to come) but like why do we use this?!

Anyway, back to my original thought and point! Rob and I have only grown closer over the year. We would talk for hours about our love lives and he would always get me to approve of who ever he was seeing. We started smoking cigars together as a way to bond, talk and just let ourselves walk away from our everyday lives and breathe. I really love our cigar talks. It’s like we can somehow be more vulnerable together and when the cigars done, we’re done and we just hug it out and say, “see yah later” or “let’s head back to everyone.”

Now for the R RATED section – just a heads up.

It happened a couple of days ago. It was like any other day. I was having some friends over for drinks and a backyard fire. There was about 8-10 of us throughout the night. Rob texted me, while we were all sitting at the fire, asking if I wanted to get away for a bit for a cigar. So we met at the front steps and sat down to smoke a little cigarillos. We talked about a lot of things but like always, we ended on relationships. We both talked about how we felt lonely and couldn’t seem to shake it. That we didn’t really think a relationship was smart but we just needed someone to cuddle with. To be with in times where you’re alone. I told him I had signed up for Bumble but it seemed so weird. That it was fun to have someone to flirt with and feel less lonely but I was still missing the physical aspect. But I am WAY too chicken to ever just meet up with someone from Bumble. Although, haha, I’ve never been asked out over it so oh well!

The night continues and everyone slowly heads home or into one of my spare rooms because they definitely drank more than expected and cannot drive home. More people than I expected needed a place to sleep so Rob had to either sleep on the floor or share my queen bed. Now, I’ve never worried about him so I didn’t care and we just hopped into bed. Everything was fine. He wasn’t even close to touching me. We were saying goodnight and he moved over to cuddle a bit. I don’t think either of us saw it becoming anything more. I swear we had been laying in bed for like 30mins when I start feeling his hand creeping up on my body. He started touching my chest and massaging the one side. I didn’t do anything because I thought, maybe he’s sleeping? Man am I naïve. He keeps going and he starts to really feel me up! I can tell he’s trying to decide if he keeps going with over the bralette or under and then he starts having trouble taking it off! Haha! I was wearing a bralette with a tricky hook. I mean, its Rob! Why wear anything pretty or easy access?! Haha! Anyway, I don’t know what to do so I shift my body and somehow this sent the message that things were on! He tried to take my shirt off but couldn’t so well.. I helped him haha and since I was already taking the shirt off, the bralette was off too. We began kissing and I can honestly say, it was one of the best make outs I’ve ever had! It had a little passion and lust behind it. It was a slow progression with little tongue (which I prefer) to more passionate, almost lip biting kissing. Kissing turns to rubbing, rubbing turns to what I can best describe as bed grinding. This is followed with pulling of hair and scratching of backs. I’m trying to soak it all in while my brain also freaked out about how in the world this was happening!

Rob, I have learnt, is a very big boobs man. We changes from caressing and squeezing them to kissing, sucking and biting them. At first I’m thrown off but it becomes so erotic that my reaction of pleasure only continued my internal panic. He knows I’m a virgin and I think we both knew that was just a line that wasn’t going to be crossed. So, we start dry humping and I have never been so turned on in my life. I think I was actually close to getting myself there but, like it usually works with guys, we focus on him. SO, although I was damn close, for the FIRST FUCKING TIME, we turned over and I knew what he wanted.

Now, I hadn’t really given a blow job before and I was terrified. I told Rob, “I’ve never done it before. I don’t know what to do” And he just said it was going to be fine. Well, NO SHIT. I’m about to suck on your fucking penis. Of course things will be fine for you! I’m glad I had a couple drinks in me or I would have over analyzed the crap out of the situation. I feel like I was trying forever and but he seemed like he was so close so many freaking times! And at one point he says, “can I cum on your tits?” to which I basically choked laughed and said sure so I stopped and haha he was not happy with that and pushed my head back down. Eventually I thought my jaw was going to literally lock and bite him so I stopped and gave him a hand job to finish. Which I swear happened in like 10secs! I don’t know why but for some reason I do really well with hand jobs. He stopped me in time to get what he asked for and than it was done. We turned over and I waited a little before I started wiping myself off. He asked for a tissue too and so we both cleaned up, cuddled back up and went to sleep.

He had to leave really early in the morning so he got up, got dressed said his goodbye and left. It was only then that it hit me that I was upset he didn’t really help me out. I mean,  I sucked on your freaking dick and I get nothing in return? Oh well I guess? After I slept some more, I realized I should probably shower sooner rather than later. This is where I realized I now had my first hickies… on my breasts… like what?! And my nipples were sore… I mean he was biting them after all! I text him saying I hope he got home okay and that I now have my first hickie… but at least no one will see them and I won’t have to explain it! Haha! His response, at first a laugh and a sorry with a funny emoji followed with a “that can never happen again” text. Although totally expected, still utterly crushing. I wanted more. I had tasted more than the “friend zone” and I now wanted more but instead, I found my self in the “confusion zone.” We talked a little over text and came to the conclusion that to stay friends, which we both want, we can’t let that happen again. Of course, I wasn’t honest about how I feel but I don’t think I can. And so, now you have found me in my Confusion Land. A land where I crave for me but I’m really not in control. So, what do I do? I do what I always do. I keep the feelings to myself. I day dream about him and keep holding on to the hopes of more knowing it’ll never happen. And I internally die while I never tell a soul what happened because it changes everything.

Well. That’s it. You may understand this zone, you may not. Either way, if you’re stuck in the confusion zone, I’m sorry and I feel your pain. Loving or even just liking someone who doesn’t like you back or at least says they don’t even if they’re interested is a devasting thing and a place I know all too well. I wish you the best of luck and hope you never have to experience it!

Sending Love Your Way,

Broken Girl Learning to Heal