A Dicey Situation

We officially have a Situation.

The Cute Neighbor hasn't officially become an imaginary boyfriend, but he is definitely a Situation. Meaning, if something doesn't change soon, I'm going to have to actually say something, and we all know I don't like having to say things.

The problem is, The Cute Neighbor and I could not be more of a couple if we were actually a couple. I eat dinner at his place most nights of the week, and in one instance, breakfast. Not because I spent the night there, but because he made blueberry pancakes and told me to stop by before work. So I did.

I think Wednesday summed up our coupley-ness perfectly. It was a gorgeous day, and he kept texting me, asking when I would be home so we could go out and play. I hadn't been in the house 5 minutes when he walked in the front door. (Like I said, we don't bother to knock anymore.) We brought our gloves and a ball to the park to play catch. When we had had enough of that, we walked to another park, where we parked ourselves on top of a hill overlooking the park and the city. When we got chilly, we went to the grocery store to pick up pizzas and a bottle of wine, then walked back to my place to eat said pizzas and drink the wine while watching a movie. Somehow, by the time we finished the movie, we were cuddling. Not quite sure how that even happened. My roommate even asked me the next day if she had interrupted a make-out session when she got home. She hadn't. I was actually sure he was going to go in for the kiss, but for some reason he didn't. Actually, I can tell you why he didn't: We're good friends. Neither of us want to mess with a good thing.

He went out of town the next day, which is probably a good thing. It gives me time without him to figure out what I actually want from him. I think I do actually want him to kiss me, but then I think it would be awkward to kiss such a good friend. I mean, if you think about it, you spend most of your first kisses with people you don't know all that well. You really don't have that much to lose. But kiss someone who knows so much about you and you about them, and the awkwardness factor sky rockets if it doesn't go well.

As Scarlet pointed out to me, I'm probably compartmentalizing my man friends to create one boyfriend. I get the companionship with The Cute Neighbor and the physical from the Dark Horse. Although, the physical doesn't actually happen often enough to create a boyfriend. When I explained the pancakes and our Wednesday leading up to her coming home to find us cuddling on the couch, my roommate said, "You're definitely dating." Only we're not dating.

If nothing is going to happen, though, I'm going to have to put the friendly cuddling to a halt. That only leads down a dangerous, dark alley, with a Dead End that will take ages to crawl out of.