Sleeping with the Opposite of Enemy

I had sex with my best friend. Rendezvous,, in a fancy downtown hotel, but completely sober-kind of sex.

It's been a long time coming actually.  See, we met through a mutual friend at the beginning of our college days. But bumbled through ten years of flirtation while we lived in different states, had significant others and earned an assortment of masters degrees.  With the exception of a few heavy make-out sessions, hook-ups and one weekend spent together in a state no one wants to visit, our history was made through AOL instant messenger, phone calls, texts, sporting events and Gchat.

And then situations collided.  A new job, a new single life and many, many years of unfinished business called for us to get it out of our system. And well...it was good. I could go into details of why and how but come on, now that would just make me seem sluttier than I really am.

So let's just say it wasn't awkward as it would have been years ago.  We're older, more comfortable in our skin and skill. But most importantly, there was no pretense of what happens next.  This time around neither of us were trying to fill a void; we were just trying to scratch an itch. Because if there is one thing we have learned about ourselves since we were young college kids, it's that we can't force relationships and maybe, just for now, we're better off alone.

I'm not waiting around for my friend that everyone says I will end up marrying anyway.  He's the guy my parents not-so-secretly pull for, the one ex-boyfriends have always been jealous of and one that I even kind-of confessed my love to a few years back (I blame weddings and loneliness and probably some wine). And sure, the romantic part of me thinks that *maybe, just maybe* it will work itself out in our 30s.  But then realistic/jaded part of me is pretty sure we'll dance around, sext and talk a good game.  Until he starts dating someone in his small town or I start dating someone in my bigger town.

Because I'm not chasing.  At all really.  But in this instance, I'm not chasing him because if that's the road we're going down, it's his turn. And because if that's not our path, then I'd really just like to say he's still my friend in another 10 years time.

But I'll admit this, girls. I would not turn down another weekend of fun.