Today I googled myself. I was hoping to find my old MSN Profile (apparently they don’t exist anymore?) to access old high school photos. What I found instead was my old blog I kept in high school. It was a little disarming since it contained my full name along with extremely personal details and real names of those involved.
The posts were fairly dull and contained huge time lapses.
Some stories I had completely forgotten about and so I had a good chuckle while skipping down memory lane.
Eventually, I stumbled upon a post that made my eyes well up with tears.
I was ranting about my best friend Dillon. I complained about how clingy he was and bemoaned that fact that he obviously liked me.
“I DON’T like him,” I had so venomously stated, “Why can’t he just accept that?”
I went on to describe how at a party at Dillon’s parents I had hooked up with our friend Arthur. Dillon made some snide comment in which he referred to me as promiscuous. I was outraged and angrily asked the cyber world: “Why does he think he owns me cause we’re going to prom together? The only reason I accepted was cause my first two options bailed and I didn’t want to go stag.” Ouch.
I was shocked at my cruelty and callousness. Dillon is my best friend and has been since high school. Sure we’ve had fights and falling outs, but not back then. Back then we’d just begun getting really close, he’d done no wrong at this point.
I clicked over to my next post, it begun with an email I had copied and pasted:
“I realize you’re mad and you have every right to be. I wasn’t trying to call you a slut, but I can see how it came off that way. So, I’m sorry. Something like this was bound to happen eventually. I just have to accept the fact that we’re not going to happen. So yeah, I’m sorry about what I said and I hope you forgive me!”
My heart broke when I re-read those words (and apparently did at the time, according to the remainder of my post.)
I knew Dillon liked me, but the story I usually tell about how we came to be friends went something like this:
He liked me, we went on a date. I wasn’t feeling it, I told him I just wanted to be friends and we have been ever since.
It’s a story I tell myself more than anyone else. The truth is, I hurt him, badly. He cared about me and probably still does and I never gave him a chance.
I began to see the light a little when trying to describe the nature of our relationship to Kennedy. I mentioned that his one and only girlfriend and my ex both told me the same thing:
He’s in love with you and always will be. How can you not see it?
But still, I denied it, I refused to acknowledge it, I pushed it out of my mind. Sure he had liked me at some point, but that was 10 years ago, he’s moved on.
What if that’s just a story I tell myself so I can hide from my own guilt? When I met Dillon, he was a nice, sweet, lovesick little puppy. He was a virgin until after we graduated. Then he started reading Tucker Max realized, ‘Hey! Assholes really do finish first!’ so he set out to become one and he succeeded. And it worked. He got laid. A lot. At 27 he is an intelligent, confident man about to finish law school. Beautiful women throw themselves at him, they trip over themselves to be with him, they blurt out they love him after sex, they pine after him when he pulls away. He’s never had a real girlfriend (well, one for a few months) he always finds something wrong with them. Yet something tells me, it’s because he’s still patiently waiting for me….
I think about how it must have been for him, watching me date my ex from Hell. Seeing me get treated like shit and yet always going back for more. Witnessing me suffer at the hands of a man I claimed to love. Becoming an asshole himself in the hopes it would get him ahead. Then watching me launch straight into a new relationship with a nice, normal, virginal guy, and his own cousin no less! No wonder he became so bitter! No wonder we didn’t talk during those relationships.
I recall talking to his brother who said, “You know he’s a jerk cause he likes you right?” and me whining, “If he likes me, why can’t he be nice to me? Win me over with kindness…” Of course he wasn’t. He’d tried that before and it got him instantly friend zoned. Besides, why would he when being a dick was proving so successful? Now I sit here, with the heaviest question on my mind:
Am I responsible for the person Dillon is today? Will he always be bitter and alone because of me?
I know it may sound like the most self-absorbed, presumptuous question in the world, but its the first time I’ve seriously asked myself this and I’m scared it may just as well be true.
Holy fuck I’m an asshole!
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I have wondered what it’d be like to be with him.
We talk openly and honestly about sex and I have no reason to doubt he’d be incredible in bed. I don’t find him unattractive though he’s not really my type. But what? What could ever happen? We couldn’t be together, we’re too different. I know “opposites attract” but we are on opposite sides of the fence on every issue. He wants to go back to our hometown and be a criminal defence lawyer, he wants that materialistic security. I want to travel the world, be a happy bum and avoid responsibility and commitment forever.
Years ago we promised that if we hit a certain age and were both single we’d marry each other. But now I’m questioning if I ever want to get married, let alone do it out of convenience and social pressure. So what, should we just fuck? Just to see what it’d be like? Maybe ruin our friendship and for what?
I love Dillon, I can’t lose him. We’re living our separate lives in different countries, but he’s always been there for me, we’ve always kept in touch.
A long time ago I had another best guy friend. Our relationship was awesome and open, we had the best times together. He told me he loved me and I said I couldn’t. He wouldn’t relent, he said he loved me and wanted to be with me. He treated me like gold and refused to give up. One night camping, in a drunken haze, we hooked up and it just felt right. He asked me again to be his girlfriend, but this time I said yes. He was my first and I was totally and utterly in love. Then everything changed. I changed, he changed, we couldn’t just be us, we were like this one entity. He grew cold and turned on me. He broke my heart in the cruelest and most malicious way. I felt all the pain and anguish from all those years ago as I re-read my heartbroken entries, After that I vowed never to date a friend again. But I did. I met him and he loved me and one day I saw that I might love him too. So we gave it a shot. I still love him but I broke his heart and he’ll never forgive me and I’ll never have his friendship again.
I guess it’s better to have loved and lost than always wondered what could have been, but not this time, not in this case. I can’t lose Dillon.
I guess I’m still a selfish asshole.