Last Friday I posted about how I lost my virginity with Lantana, my best friend from high school. We hooked up when she got a little drunk after dumping a cheating boyfriend. Some readers asked if I ever got together with her again, so I thought I’d share a story from the following summer . . .
I was definitely hoping that my first time with Lantana would become a steady relationship, but that just wasn’t practical. We lived about four hours away from each other, and she wasn’t sure we were a good fit as serious romantic partners. Having been such close friends growing up, she was concerned that a break-up might make things too awkward to continue the platonic side of things. That sounded like an excuse girls use to mean they’re not attracted to a guy, but the good news was Lantana’s concept of the “friend zone” was different than most. I don’t know if she was disillusioned from having been cheated on or if she was just growing more adventurous, but she made it clear she still wanted to be friends with benefits. Although I wanted something deeper, I wasn’t about to turn that option down. So we got into each other a few times over the breaks (fall, Christmas, spring).