He sat there like a deer in headlights, unsure of how to answer the question, “What are we?”
Never had he been asked this question, because like most friends with benefits, it was kind of understood that what they were going was mostly just sex. No feelings. Those were the rules. Sure, they would hangout a lot outside of the bedroom. Like going to the movies, going out with his/her friends. But he didn’t think it was that serious.
“Are you going to answer me?” she asked. “Or are you just going to stare at me like I have a horn growing out of my forehead?”
He put down his fork, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and took a sip of wine. “Look, I think you’re great,” he started. “You have done nothing but support me, and I cannot thank you enough.”
“But…” she said cutting in.
“But I just don’t think we would work that well as like, an ‘official couple’… I don’t know..”
Aghast, she put her fork down, and in order to not make a scene she leaned forward and whisper yelled at him. “How would we not work well as an ‘official couple’?” she asked mocking him. “We would be doing all the same shit that we’ve already done!”
“I just like us how we are right now, ya know?”
He added that even though they had met each other friends, and some family members he just didn’t seen them taking things to the next level.
Felling hurt, and just a tad bit disrespected, she leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms. This clearly had not gone the way that she had hoped, as she had started to develop feelings for him over the last month. And especially since it was his idea that they get dinner at a rather nice restaurant over the bar that they usually frequent.
“Why are we here?” she asked.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Why are we here at this nice restaurant?” she asked again.
He shrugged his shoulders, and said that he figure they were close enough to enjoy a nice dinner together, as friends. He for sure did not think that dinner would lead to the “waht are we” conversation.
“You can’t ask me, whom you’ve been hooking up with, out to a dinner at a restaurant like this, and expect me not to think something else!”
He apologized and wished that things had gone differently, but it was clear that they were too far gone to even mend what was just torn apart. She got up, and grabbed her jacket. Getting up out of his seat, he asked if she wanted a ride.
“I’ll get an Lyft.”
She headed for the door and he started to follow. She turned around, and looked at him. Fighting back tears she said, “I really thought you were different. Turns out you’re just more of the same.”