Nobody puts baillee in the corner

This story makes me sad, not because I lost love, but because I lost someone I considered to be a good friend. 

Also, this story is YET ANOTHER CROSSOVER, and I’m just starting to realize how wild 2018 and 2019 were. 

Here goes. 

Back in late 2016/early 2017, I became good friends with one of the guys I worked with. 

Our entire friendship started because we were both smokers at the time, and it was nice to have someone I could chat to while I was outside. 

(Don’t worry, I’ve long quit smoking)

He would even occasionally spot me for smokes when I was broke, and there were times he would drop a Dr. Pepper off at my desk if he’d popped over to the gas station across the street before I got to the office. 

Our relationship was platonic for almost two full years, and that’s why this story sincerely breaks my heart. 

Jack was an attractive guy, and he was 100% single and ready to mingle. 

He had a big crush on one of our coworkers, which I thought was cute, and I offered advice where I could. 

He had hooked up with a few people we knew and tried with a couple of others, so we would regularly swap stories about our dating lives. 

And for a while, it was great. 

I’d recently had a friend breakup with one of my best friends at the time, so it was really nice to have another close guy friend. 

Fast forward to Valentine’s Day weekend of 2019. 

(Btw, if Jack’s name sounds familiar, it’s because this is the same Jack from Austin’s entry) 

Two of my friends (aka Dana and Heather) and I had gone to Chili’s for some margaritas, and I’d also grabbed two bottles of wine at Target. 

The three of us headed back to mine and Austin’s place, where he was hanging out with Jack and Jack’s roommate, Charlie, and I got TRASHED. 

Eventually, Austin went to bed while Dana’s boyfriend came to pick her up. 

Charlie started getting ready to head out and asked Jack if he was ready, but Jack said he was crashing at our place. 

Jack seemed to doze off on our couch, so Heather and I started gabbing. 

I told Heather how I needed to get laid (I promise these things are just as embarrassing for me to write as they are for you to read), so she snatched up my phone, went to my Bumble, and proceeded to start matching with and messaging guys to find me a hookup. 

After working her magic and snagging several numbers, Heather finally headed out for the night, making me promise to tell her about my escapades. 

After Heather left, Jack “woke up,” came over to my part of the couch, and put his head in my lap. 

We started talking, and I started playing with his hair, not thinking anything of it at the time. 

However, when sleeping arrangements came up, I stupidly offered to let him sleep in my bed. 

Again, we were both HAMMERED. I can’t stress this enough. 

Once we got to my bedroom, we started talking more and wound up snuggling. 

That’s when Jack essentially told me he’d only become friends with me because I was attractive. 

Now, here’s the deal. 

I don’t know if this was the truth or just a line to try to sleep with me, but either way, it wasn’t great. 

I told him how crazy it was for him to be in my bed, and he told me not to think too hard about it and to calm down. 

He then asked to kiss me, and I told him we were both really drunk and should talk about everything in the morning. 

He dozed off soon after, and I spent the night wide awake. 

(Fun fact: I’ve never dated anyone I’ve felt comfortable enough to sleep through the night with; I like to think that’s how I’ll know I’ve found the one, like a reverse problematic princess story) 

When we woke up the next morning, he said, “Okay, my darling! I’m off. I’ll text you later.” 

And I had absolutely no idea how to feel. 

I’d seen a side of Jack I’d never seen before, and…I didn’t like it. 

I wound up leaving work early that afternoon, and when I got home, that’s when the infamous fight with Austin happened, where he asked me if I slept with Jack. 

A few days later, I also helped Charlie with Jack on the infamous night that Austin got hammered and acted like an absolute jerk. 

However, my friendship with Jack never recovered. 

I drunkenly texted him a “Hey, stranger” text a few weeks later, only to get a lackluster response. 

And that was that. 

I didn’t have feelings for Jack, but I did really like having him as a friend. 

Out of all the stories I’ve told here, I think this one is one of the most hurtful because a friendship ended over something really stupid. 

Either way, it sucks. 

Jack, if you see this, I hope you’re doing well. 

And I hope you also quit smoking.