We don’t see each other very much and when we do, it’s strained. We pretend like we’re friends chatting away while the noticeable undercurrent of yearning flows beneath our feet. I don’t desire him any less, but the fog of impossibility hangs over us and our interactions.
I had a date with b-lock on Friday. That’s not the answer, either. I had a nice time, but no chemistry. No chemistry at all – even after a few cocktails.