Rosters. Most modern day singles have one. A guy they love doing dinner dates with. One they enjoy doing that mid-morning weekday brunch with, likely an artist type. One they love going to live music gigs with. One that’s a dick of a person, who they should be walking away from, but they’re fucking great in the sack, so one more time (or ten?) One they are still sort of seeing so they can get their weed from. Oh and they definitely have one they’re stringing along that is always at their beckon call, because why give that one up? It’s too easy.
But then, sometimes, one comes along and the others get benched, so to say. And then you don’t hear from your friend for days on end, except for when you look down at your phone to get gushing texts from them about the latest happenings in their day-to-day escapades with the one that finally caught their eye. Each text received is inviting you into their smitten state, if anything allowing you to simply see that – though it’s sudden – it totally makes sense. You totally get why all the other what’s-their-names have been left in the dust. And it’s pretty great, isn’t it? You can’t help but smile and genuinely feel happy for them. And you don’t really give a fuck that they’ve gone MIA on you, ditching your plans, ignoring your calls, totally caught up in whatever it is that’s going on with them and their crush, because you get they’re just a bit lovestoned. And it’s to be expected. We all know what up.
That’s the cool ass thing about friendships when we’re all fucking adults. It doesn’t matter if your bud meets a babe and disappears on you for a bit. It’s never anything personal. It goes unspoken that they’ll be more than a little hard to get a hold of. And that when you do finally get a hold of ‘em that all you’ll fucking hear about is so-and-so this and so-and-so that, ad nauseum. Obviously. And you’ve been there too, my friend. Fuck have you ever.
Chance encounters. The consumption of chemistry. No end in sight this early on in the game because it seems so goddamn impossible to quench your thirst of this other. Each sip you have of them and their presence only makes you want to chug more and more and more from this never ending cup. Take that shit down. Bottoms up, bitches.