On a drunk Saturday night a week back, my ex-best friend confessed she was in love with me.
She found out her longtime boyfriend cheated on her with her sister’s friends without a condom. So I thought maybe it was the anger or alcohol talking. Either way I told her I’d come visit her new apartment in the coming week.
Last night, I finally got some free time. I drive 45 minutes from where I live in what I could only describe as the middle of nowhere. She greets me with a smile and the most platonic half hug I’ve ever received from a woman. Okay….maybe it was the anger talking.
We sit on her couch – she’s got a pretty big sectional so we are relatively far from each other. She’s halfway through drinking a lemon drop martini and I ask if I can get a drink. At this point if I’m not shaking on the outside, I’m definitely shaking on the inside. She lists off a couple options and I jokingly say, “how about a shot?” She says sure and heads for her cabinet. I tell her she’s gotta take one too and responds “duh I’m not gonna let you drink alone!”