This is for the Self-Involvement Blog-A-Thon.
I've seen When Harry Met Sally way, way too many times. It's gotten to the point where I forced myself to stop watching it, where I reported on something else when I was taking film class in high school and was supposed to do a report on my favorite movie. I fear that if I watch it more, I'm going to come out like the guy I knew in high school who could recite every line of The Godfather word for word. I already went through an embarrassingly long phase of being obsessed with "Baby Fishmouth."
This movie has certainly fucked with my concepts of relationships.
Back whenever I first saw it, I thought the concept of falling in love with your friend (after 12 years?! eek, the time) was romantic. Of course, that's because I had had a crush on the same guy from around first/second grade until oh, junior year of high school. Don't ask me why that lasted so long, though I finally got over it once someone else decent developed some interest. Oddly enough, I was only friends with him through one year of school. Pretty much every other year of school had made it so that I never had class with him and had to secretly scope him out from across the campus. Eventually he found out the truth and well, I basically could never speak to him again. But at the time, this seemed like a good idea: fall for who's already there!
When I got older, I realized that the truest part of the movie is why Harry originally says he can't be friends with women: "because the sex part always gets in the way." Oh dear LORD, has this ever been true. In the movie, Sally tries to find a loophole around it, i.e. what if you don't find the woman attractive? Harry's response, "You pretty much wanna nail 'em too," has haunted me ever since. As a chick, I can't say I understand it. I don't think I'll ever be desperate enough for a deep dickin' that I'd go for say, George Costanza if there was nothing else with a penis around. But apparently guys are so unpicky, so "I just want to shove it in SOMEONE," that it doesn't matter who. They're the gender who came up with the term "double bagger," after all.
UGH.
As you might imagine, having guy friends has been...difficult. I definitely fall into the "ugly ones" category, which I somehow still seem to think a lot of the time should mean that I would stay out of the eternal "can I fuck it?" argument. But I've had enough guy friends get interested after awhile to uh, trash the friendships entirely and leave me running for the hills. I gave up on them entirely for awhile.
These days, I pretty much stick to befriending the married (I am not skeezy enough to troll on married men, thanks), the gay, or the rare guy who I am pretty sure is not going to develop the hots for me because I'm really really far off from their type (or they're already with someone, or preferably both). And even then I am always a little worried about the last few.
Moral of the story: can men and women ever be friends without the sex part always getting in the way? Mostly, no. Bleah.

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