Tom and I have been friends since high school and I’ve always known that he had a crush on me but I didn’t feel the same way about him so we never did anything physically.
Last month, his father passed away. A group of us went to the funeral to show our support to him and his family. Like most funerals, it was pretty sad and I didn’t like seeing my friend so forlorn. There was a luncheon afterwords and I hugged him to let him know how sorry I was. But with so many family and well-wishers around him, I didn’t get a chance to speak with him much that day.
About ten days later, I got a text from a friend that a bunch of people were going out with Tom for some drinks to see how he was doing. I thought this was a good idea so we all met at a local bar on a Friday night. Tom was in about as good of spirits that one can be in after the death of a parent. I got a chance to speak to him alone and he thanked me for coming to the funeral and out that night. He said he was still processing things it was going to a be some time until he was back to his normal self. Seeing him so out of sorts got me thinking about what I could do for him to make things better. After a couple cocktails, I came up with an idea.