I am more sensitive about things than I think he would be capable of dealing with-or, at least, dealing with in a way that would make me not feel like sh*t.
But two, we are fine as friends, but what I would need from a relationship, I don’t think he could provide. “For one, I’m not his type, which is fine. The day will come when some guy wins his heart, and I’m honestly not sure how I’ll handle that.” I cherish it, but being with him is a constant, stinging reminder that I wasn’t good enough to get the gold. I decided to remain friends, but his friendship is much like a bronze medal. So he has one fatal flaw as far as boyfriend requirements: He does not want to jump my bones. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to excite him in the same way he is content being friends. I have never met someone so physically attractive, and he is just as beautiful of a person on the inside. “I would love to try a relationship with my gay best friend. Also, we are too different in every sense of the word, which I love in friends because I like to hang with all sorts of people to get all sorts of perspectives on life, but I need my significant other to have a lot in common with me if we’re going to have a nice, easy, peaceful life together.”
