When I started hanging out with Ben he was just an acquaintance that shared my love for the finer things in life like tequila... and tequila. If I was going out at night I would call him and see if he was going out too. I never expected to actually become friends with him, but as we started hanging out we noticed that we had more similarities than differences. As Ben said “we’re so much alike that we will either really hate each other, or really love each other” and it turned out to be the later. Our friendship was totally platonic and we kept it that way, because being so alike we knew if we tried anything else it would end up in disaster.
With Ben there was no drama involved just constant laughter and trying to one-up each other on smartass comments. We’re both nocturnal, so while normal people were sleeping we’d watch old school cartoons and hangout. Both being single we’d talk about the people we’re dating, or attempting to date, or getting a restraining order on. He had quickly turned into my partner in crime for the summer, because he was up for anything, and we always got into a reasonable amount of trouble when we were together.
Ben just got back into town from a trip so I went to meet him at a restaurant for a late dinner to catch up. Dinner turned into two glasses of wine and the really good idea to go to the casino. Ben lost some money, but I came out ahead and since we were both starving decided to go spend my hard earned winnings at Denny’s, which was the only thing open at 2am on a Wednesday. We ordered one thing from every section off the menu so we’d have lots of options.
As we were laughing and eating, out of left field he said “you know Bex, you’re awesome, and it’s going to have to be a really special guy that will end up keeping your attention”.
“What do you mean by special? Like, ‘has to wear a helmet all the time’ special?” I said back
I could tell Ben was trying to go somewhere with this, so I pried more into what made him bring that up. Then he told me, he’s getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. And actually, if she knew he was with me right now, she’d be furious.
“So what? We can’t hangout anymore?” I said
“No, we can, I’m really good at sneaking around. I guess the funny thing is that when most people sneak around it’s to cheat, but with us it’s to get Cherry Coke at Denny’s at 2am.” Ben said
“Would she really have that much of a problem with us hanging out?”
“Babe, I adore you to pieces, but with your influence, I wouldn’t even let you hangout with my girlfriend.”
It makes sense, because if I had a boyfriend, there is no way I would let him hangout with Ben. But in the course of the night, Ben went from the person I phone at 3am with what I think is a great idea, to the guy I’m now secret friends with. When we pulled up to my apartment he gave me a hug and said “you never know, I might be single in two weeks”.
That may be true, but for now, it still feels like it’s going to be a very long summer without a partner in crime.
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