Isn’t that always the way it happens? You flirt shamelessly with someone for 5 years and then finally, once you’re both single, you have sex. Well that’s how it happened for me. My friend, let’s call him bass player whom I’ve known for almost 6 years and I finally had sex. I say finally because it really has been coming for a long long time.

Let me start at the beginning. I’m a bright-eyed freshman with a high school sweetheart who isn’t having sex with me. We’re also long distance, which totally sucks. So anyway I’m at a party and I meet this adorable boy and challenge him to tequila shots. We talked and laughed all night and he invited me to come see his dorm room around the corner. I said okay, knowing perfectly well that I was going to be completely faithful to my boyfriend. So I walk into his dorm room and it turns out I know two of his roommates. The 4th one, I don’t know. He’s cute, tall, sideburns, soul patch (okay it’s cheesy but he makes it work). Apparently (I don’t remember this) I asked him if he’d sleep with me. Not like “will you sleep with me right now” more like “you would sleep with me right?”

Anyway, time goes by and I become the best of friends with these 4 boys. They playfully referred to me as the 5th roommate. Now in January I broke up with my high school sweetheart. The bass player, however was still with his high school sweetheart. That never stopped him from sleeping over at my place and making out with me. We never slept together though. Our love affair continued on and off for 3 years and we still never slept together.

Anyway the years pass by, bass player moves in with my boyfriend at the time which was totally weird. At this time I felt compelled to tell my boyfriend about my little love affair with the bass player. My boyfriend was cool about it. The bass players girlfriend, however, was not. She pretty much refused to let me and the bass player see each other. It was like when Emily wouldn’t let Ross see Rachel anymore.

So we kinda stop seeing each other and lose touch. And it’s sad but it’s necessary. So a few weeks ago we got back in touch and it was just like old times. We are flirting, having our dirty repartee and feeling good. And it hits us, we are both finally single and we’re allowed to sleep together.

So we do. I come over, cook him dinner, we play strip poker and we have sex. And it’s totally weird. We didn’t have sex because we wanted to, we did it because we could. And this weekend we did it again, twice. I feel like we’re practicing sex with each other, not having sex with each other. I suppose it could get better. We used to be really good together. There were times when I swore that he might be the one and I’m pretty sure he felt the same way. But for some reason, this time around, it’s just not clicking.

The sad thing is, I think because what we’re doing isn’t “wrong” anymore, it’s not as exciting. Pathetic!