"You and your harem."
"What... you mean the guys?"
I walked into an empty classroom and chose a seat. Soon it was brought to my attention that the guys in the class sat around me while the rest of the women sat on the other side of the room. And yes, this had to be brought to my attention as I didn't notice and I didn't care. I also didn't change sides of the room. I was here first!!
That paragraph sums up my academic career quite nicely. Unless a man truly caught my attention at a physical/chemistry kind of level, he was a friend. Sure, there might have been some casual flirtation, but I never considered there to be anything more to it than pure friendship.
And then there was "that" guy! You know, the guy that turns heads and yet, he like me, says he is completely unaware of how attractive he is. he honestly had no idea - curly dark hair, amazing blue eyes, toned, tall, and "nice!" How could he not know?
I noticed him the first class, but quickly dismissed him as "too" attractive. That was that; hands washed of the situation.
The next semester we started to become friends. And after that, I found that I had grown quite attached to the hottest guy in the department - and we were just friends.
Okay, shake your head, smile to yourself and think "yeah right." That is what the rest of the department said and thought. But I tell you, men and women can be friends without flirting.
I had another friend, a great guy and a player plus. I saw through this guy immediately and then came to realize that he was and is truly a nice guy. No flirting, no nothing - in me he found his first female friend. There simply wasn't anything between us outside the fun we had spending time together. Again, we chatted about everything, but it never went anywhere. We still chat about everything.
Anyway, back to "that" guy...
Apparently, as I learned later, everyone was talking. I was after him. He was after me. There was definitely something going on. And none of it was true.
Yes, we spent time on the beach chatting and laughing. I know that there was nothing I couldn't and didn't tell him. There were those moments, out of the blue type moments, in which I knew physically that he was a "man" and quite attractive at that. But he was off limits.
And yet everyone talked. It used to irritate me just slightly. I am not a fan of being accused of doing something that I truly have not done. I don't like people making a judgment without knowing me or the facts of the situation. And yet, they did.
Is it that difficult to believe that women and men can be close friends?
"That" guy and that period of my life are all about Bonnie Rate. There are times when I think that, if we are accused of doing something or being a certain way, then we might as well do the deed.
If people truly wanted something to talk about, then we should have admitted then what we admitted later - that there was chemistry and attraction beyond the friendship. Unspoken as it was; it was there all the same. Would we have had more fun had we truly done what everyone believed we were doing?
People are talkin, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, Darlin'
Let's give them something to talk about
(Something to Talk About - Bonnie Rate)