My man friend.

I met this guy about 8 or 9 years ago. I was with my college girlfriends and one of them invited a guy she was going out with and he brought along some friends.

He was short, long hair, dark skin, all dressed in black and also wearing a black hat. He reminded me of a black skinny possum.

He sat right next to me and we started talking about capitalism, socialism and democracy, I realized he was a follower of far-left or extreme politics, his major was politic sciences. The ironic thing about this is that at that time his family was very wealthy.

I was in one of that teenage phases (I was 19) when you start feeling sophisticated, product of reading Marx and Nietzsche, so we clicked immediately.

By that time my circle of friends & me attended clubs and fancy parties only, I was still new in town and didn't knew much about what this city had to offer, he showed me a good part.

At the beginning I did not feel attracted to him but I could tell he was to me (we were practically children), he teased me constantly about attending “common” or snobby places and more when I went out with guys who attended those places too. We kissed once outside my apartment, it was weird.

As the years passed by we both had relationships but every time we saw each other we could pick right up where we left off. At one point he became my rommate. He left town to help his parents with some economic difficulties they were having at that time.

He came back.

I was coming out of one of those messy relationships where infatuation makes you move in together, buy furniture and share pets with; the whole charade.

We started spending more time together, we had loneliness in common.

We were much older and by now he was a man; by “man” I mean he knew who he was and was able to take care of things, the perks of experience. Naturally, the immature girl still inside me started wondering about what happened if we fell in love. We could talk for hours, sleep together, hate together and felt that on & off sexual tension.

I started caring about what I wore, how I smelled, and how I looked. I forgot to mention that he has a big obsession with foreign, no boobs or ass skinny girls. I have short dark hair, hour glass figure and I’m still trying to find the time to learn a new language. It was exhausting.

Finally one weekend we went out for drinks and ended up in his house. We went to bed, started talking about life when suddenly I blurred out: “ I want to kiss you”.

• Are you drunk?! he said.
• Hum, no I just want to, I gasped.

We kissed, hugged and when we were about to touch our private places I started laughing and so did he.

It was awful.

Since that night we became real friends.