I never see guys writing in here, which feels a bit weak considering how many of us are out here making decisions worth confessing. So, here's mine.
My girlfriend broke up with me at the start of summer, and yeah, it sucked – but I figured we were both moving on. Naturally, I got closer with my girl best friend. We’d always had a bit of a vibe, and when you’re suddenly single, it’s hard not to lean into the comfort. We spent late nights talking, cuddling, just… vibing. It felt easy. It felt good.
Come Re-O week, we decided to dress up for Valentine's as a bride and groom (kinda cute, right?). I won’t lie, things escalated. One thing led to another, and I ended the night with my head between her thighs. It felt like something real in the moment.
But the next night, I was in someone else’s bed down the street. And yeah, two days later, I was back in my best friend's bed like nothing happened.
The thing is, through all of this I was also seeing someone else. Like, actually dating someone. The third girl. Still am, actually.
I know what you’re thinking: dick move. And maybe it was. But I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I wasn’t even really thinking. Everything just kind of happened. I thought I was being honest with myself, but turns out I wasn’t being honest with anyone. And now that girl best friend? We don’t speak. At all.
Lesson of the week: If you’re reading this and thinking “this sounds a bit like me,” take a breath. Think before you act. Lust is fleeting, but some friendships – and people’s feelings – aren’t so easy to replace. Don’t let your dick lead the way unless you’re willing to clean up the mess after.
– By a guy who definitely thought he was being chill