Not So Nice Guy
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āOh my god. Who is that?ā
I get asked this question a lot.
āOh him?ā I reply. āThatās just Ian.ā
Just Ian is the biggest understatement of the century. Just the Mona Lisa. Just the Taj Mahal. Just Ian, with his boring olā washboard abs and dime-a-dozen dimpled smile.
Just Ian isā¦just my best friend.
Weāre extremely close, stuck so deep inside a Jim-and-Pam-style friendzone everyone at work assumes weāre a coupleāthat is until one day, word spreads through the teacherās lounge that heās single. Fair game. Suddenly, itās open season on Ian.
He should be reveling in all the newfound attention, but to our mutual surprise, the only attention he seems to want is mine.
Heās turning our formerly innocent nightly chats into X-rated phone calls. Our playful banter sports a new, dangerous edge.
I want to assume heās playing a prank on me, just pushing my buttons like alwaysābut when Ian lifts me onto the desk in my classroom and slides his hands up my skirt, he doesnāt leave a lot of room for confusion.
Iām a little scared of things going south, of losing my best friend because I canāt keep my hands to myself. So, Iām just going to back away and not return this earth-shattering kissāoh who am I kidding?!
Goodbye Ian, olā buddy, olā pal!
Helloooo mister not so nice guy.