Jenvas1306 said:
the white sticky, squirty kind of love, I suppose.
yeah they arent all the same, but sometimes its hard to not forget that.
the captcha has allways been a frigging creep
CAPTCHA is a raunchy bastard, but he means well.
I like how the thread is staying relatively polite so far, too often does it dissolve into a "men/vs/women" drama, which is ridiculous since neither side really does any wrong.
I suppose the problem is confusion and desperation, feeling a kind of attraction towards someone that goes beyond the white, sticky kind, something more meaningful, is difficult to deal with if not returned, the very idea of being rejected able to scare some away from such social situations.
In rejection, people act differently, some feel upset or cheated since "acting gentlemanly" doesn't work like they were told it would, some feel regret and try to make amends to salvage the friendship, others avoid any further contact out of sheer humiliation.
I suppose in your friend's case it's a classic example of male stoicism, we don't show our humiliation or sadness or other emotional troubles to avoid "looking weak". (GENDER ROOOOLES!/shakes fist)
So we bottle it up inside, along with our paranoia and anxiety, until we reach that boiling point going for it and saying what's what, for better or for worse, his concerns about your bf could be genuine care or simple selfishness, his problem is one of helplesness since only you can judge the merits of your bf.
So can men and women be friends? absolutely, two of my closest friends are ex's of mine, I still love them, even in that way, but I simply don't fit into their life romanticaly, be it clashing personalities or lifestyle, I'm just happy to spend time with them and help them when they need it.
Personally, I feel these emotions strengthen me as a person, they didn't used to do so, they give me a sense of belonging and meaning, maybe it's just me or a guy thing, but I identify myself with the role of a watchful friend and lover, and maybe I'll find a girl that DOES fit into my life and I into her's, but we'd be friends first, lovers second.