because the statute of limitations is up on this little story

December 21st, 2007

For months he’d been saying it was inevitable. We were going to hook up.

“No way,” I’d said. “Our friendship would implode.” There were illustrative hand-gestures and sound effects.

“Not necessarily.”

“Yes, necessarily.”

We’d go round and round and then, finally, he’d concede that I was right. If we hooked up, he couldn’t tell me the sordid details of all his other hook-ups. And those were some of our best conversations.

One night, the tequila shots came out, and so did the old hooking-up discussion. He went over the same material as before – how he’d miss being able to tell me all his scandalous stories, how he liked our friendship. Only, this time, he was standing behind me, with his nose mere inches from my hair. If we were going to be just friends, he said, it wasn’t fair that I smelled so good. Standard tequila conversation.

“That first kiss would be really awkward, though,” he said, almost to himself.

Enough! I thought. And without saying a word, I turned around and kissed him. Just like that.

Huh,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Wasn’t awkward for me.”

And by the dazed half-smile on his face, I could tell that awkward wasn’t the word he was thinking of either.

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