Last Friday, my night took an unexpected yet magical turn when I had a Mickey Avalon lyrical showdown with an attractive stranger while simultaneously consuming a hot dog. I felt like I’d found Narnia. The icing on this freshly-baked cake was immaculately applied in the exchange of phone numbers. Since then, I’ve had a hard time keeping this Jake character out of my head. All of this I recounted in full detail to my brofriend, Will.
“Well, sounds like you finally did it,” Will told me.
“Did what? Worked the street?”
“Found a bromance.”
Huh. I was a bit surprised, especially because this was coming from the guy who’d shunned my bromantic fantasies a few months ago. Just as I’d accepted the impossibility of my bromance, had I inadvertently stumbled upon one? Such news should have excited me, but I only felt a rush of disappointment.
“A bromance?” I asked skeptically. “Wait, really? ‘Cause, you know, I wasn’t even thinking of it that way. I was kind of, well, more interested than that. “
“Really? No way. You can’t seriously be interested in this guy. You had a dick-off with him. His first impression of you is that you have a potty mouth and you scarf hot dogs.”
“Some might interpret those characteristics as quite sexual.”
“Some seventh graders.”
You know, in reality, Will and I are totally bro-ing out. He just can’t admit it yet. Perhaps this is why I was simultaneously surprised and disappointed by his diagnosis of the situation. I already felt like I had bromance in my life. It was time for some romance–and nothing felt more romantic to me than hot-dog-inspired sweet nothings about dicks. To each her own.
But maybe Will was right. What if, in my lust for bromance, I’d lost any sense of romance? And now I was lost in this no-man’s land, a terrifying territory of androgyny where girls end up when they bro too far. Yikes.
Then, last night I received the following text from Jake:
Yo dude. down to chill sat?
I forwarded the text to Will, who promptly texted back, Did u just get asked on a man date? i’m jealous.
I felt torn. The jury’s still out on this one, though I hope to have a verdict by the end of tonight. Until then, I keep asking myself, Did I bro it all away?
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March 23rd, 2009 at 5:14 am
Screw it I say go for it.