In the same week that I learned just how much of a demi-dick Halfman was, I also had this experience, which I have yet to fully compute.
My childhood friend came to visit. He was other things to me too but above all, he had always been a friend. I trusted him to care about me.
Turned out he expected, and was frustrated by, my desire to go slowly and be friends first.
Now I wouldn’t claim I treated him perfectly – ever. I stuff up on that front all the time.
But when someone who you trust more than any other male gets angry and frustrated because you’re not sleeping with them … well, fuck that (but not literally).
Even a Good Man appears to have a sense of something ‘promised’, something ‘exchanged’. In other words, a sense of ‘if I put myself out for her, she should put out’.
In spite of the Halfman revelation coming at exactly the same time and sending my sparkplugs into meltdown, I could at least see how ridiculous and wrong that was.
And unfortunately there’s no turning back from that kind of attitude.
So I lost a dear friend. And so did he.
And that, as they say in the classics, is that.