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Page 1 of 2 A certain woman has been on your mind for quite some time. With a personality and body that make you lose focus, she is your ideal partner. Or so you think. The problem is that her former boyfriend and your best friend are the same person. So what on earth do you do? There are many factors to consider before you even begin to fathom a relationship with her. your relationship with your friend Some men form a bond based on trust and mutual respect.
If that is the case with you and your best friend, you may want to step off and look for another woman. If the friendship has endured since grade school, for example, why would you risk it over a woman? No matter how good she is, she cannot replace what you have with your best friend. The sex is not worth it alone, nor is the emotional investment. A best friend is a precious commodity that will endure a lifetime, provided you do not sleep with a woman he once cared about.
There is another type of best friend that men have, of course. That would be the fun but sick and depraved kind. The one who you would team up with for a three-way or compare a sexual conquest with.
Could he be the same best friend as above? Perhaps, but the chances are slim. Because the same best friend is also the kind who would be open to the prospect of you and his ex as an item. The fact of the matter is that some men have a wolf pack mentality on the subject of women. We want our pack to score often and revel in the unspoken endorphin rush we receive when we date (and sleep with) the same woman. I equate the misunderstood phenomenon to an episode of good fortune passed on to your best friend.
You got some, so you want the pack to get some as well. But some men do not like to "share." And when genuine emotion is at play, the situation could become complicated. your relationship with his exTo determine the nature of his relationship with his ex, you have to be an expert judge of character. The stereotype of man as defective communicator is often accurate.
Even our best friend may not be aware of how we feel about our ex. If you suspect that to be the case, you should play archaeologist and dig for information. Did the relationship end on a sour note? Who left whom? Did he love her or was she a mild interest that he had to gratify? Better yet, does he respect her? You know how some men are — all dog and player. I suspect that type may not have a problem with your affection for his ex.
But then again, his real nature could emerge if you make a move and he could become possessive and resentful. how long since the break?Even if your best friend had a close bond with his ex, there is still hope for you.
The more time that has passed, the less painful and more palatable it will be for him to deal with your interest in her. If they broke up last week and you want to make a big move today, you could be in for it.
But then again, if he discarded her and has another woman on his mind, you could be free and clear. Time is a subjective thing. Some men have a one-year rule with their best friend. Some place a five-year moratorium on dating an ex. And then you have the group of men for whom the subject is taboo.
They adhere to a strict code of honor set in stone: no matter the circumstance, an ex is never to enter the radar screen. Hardcore but definitive and effective for some men. Why should it be a taboo subject?
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There's nothing to worry about if: • Before entering this relationship, your girl had completely moved over the other guy. • She has true feelings for you. If these two conditions are satisfied, you're supposed to act calm, even if they both spend time together in drunkenness. The guy can't take your love away from you. But, if you doubt any of these two conditions, just get it confirmed (obviously not being too straight forward).
Indirectly try to enquire from her about their scenario (like make jokes about their 'apparent' relationship, start mild taunting. If she shows any signs confirming her love for you, even if slightly, just stop talking about this thing. Otherwise you might end up screwing her mind and then your relationship. While on the other hand if she responds as if she's being secretive/conspirimg/ingnorant/intimidated/aggressive, I'd rather suggest to start moving on from her and break up as early as possible (better for you, so that you might not end up being attached to her beyond limits.
It's a golden rule of relationships, that as soon as you feel a relationship is going senescent, either do carry the courage to work it out, or be brutal enough to choose a quick and abrupt break up. Cheers✌✌
A couple of years ago, I met a beautiful, intelligent, hilarious girl I wanted to befriend. We'll call her Sarah since that is absolutely not her name. I'd met her through her boyfriend, Paul*, who used to work with my old roommate. We were at a Friendsgiving potluck, and I girl-crushed on her instantly. Part of it was because she looked like Jane — Daria's BFF from the MTV series — with precise, delicate features, dark eyes, and crazy angular hair. The other, extraspecial part was that Sarah happened to possess the bawdiest, blackest sense of humor that you can have without being evil inside.
Needless to say, I was smitten. You know how the friends you make later in life tend to be especially high-quality? Not only do you have a better sense of who you are and you suffer fewer fools, but also since you're no longer beholden to the nonsensical hierarchy of "being cool," you can cherry-pick only those smarty-pants weirdos with whom you can really laugh. As the philosopher Mindy Kaling once said, "A best friend isn't a person.
It's a tier." As a bestie I made in adulthood, Sarah was a find. Not only did we enjoy the same wine, but we also trusted each other's advice, frequently making lists of talking points that we wanted the other's brain on.
We were lucky, and we knew it. And then I ruined it. To this day, it's still murky as to why I screwed over Sarah so hard that she no longer speaks to me. Thing is, she's right not to. And for what it's worth, I'm really sorry. Here's what happened: She and Paul broke up. My boyfriend and I broke up. Sarah and I commiserated. And then — aided by exactly one zillion drinks and a coincidental run-in at a bar — Paul and I commiserated.
Sarah and Paul, by all counts, had seemed to be on the marriage track. They'd been dating for forever (which empirically means five years) and living together for four years. They'd had two cats and had purchased a non-Ikea sectional sofa that involved fabric-swatch selection. This, as we all know, is a gesture tantamount to a wedding-venue deposit. Their party line was that it was mutual. We were stunned all the same. But probably not as stunned as Sarah when, several months later, I admitted that Paul had asked me out.
This is when she asked me explicitly — to my face, eyes shining — not to date her recent ex. The relationship aftermath remained messy.
There were still custody battles over pets and friends, and she implored me not to further complicate things. I did what any decent human would do — I said, "What? Never!" And then I turned around and did. Of all the record-skipping moments in life I wish I could have a mulligan on, this is one. It was a big mistake. Huge. (Cue Julia Roberts in a hat shaking enormous shopping bags.) Here's the thing about my weird, six-month "thing" with Paul.
I knew deep down that he wasn't the prize, but I couldn't leave him well enough alone. Of him and Sarah, she was the nut. Paul was nice and had all his hair and we were decently attracted to each other's newness, but I always suspected that he and I wouldn't work out. And yet, when I heard that he liked me liked me, I went on creepy autopilot mode and activated the relationship-launch sequence. This is how I'm broken. I've been in a string of long-term relationships since I was 13.
I was a child the last time I was single. As red flags go, this one could blanket Central Park and is maybe on fire. I'd had a couple of dates with other perfectly swell guys, but they were stilted and tiring. Besides (and this casts me in a poor light), Paul seemed vetted. He was familiar and safe by transitive properties since Sarah was smart and normal.
And then something even grosser happened. Not only was I toxic to Sarah in a craven, so-not-cool way, but I also couldn't deal with my own guilt. I'd never betrayed a friend in such textbook mean-girl fashion, and the tangly, barbed feelings about my bad behavior became so cross-wired with her disdain for me that I declared her my enemy. When Paul talked about his "ex," even in passing, I'd add the grievance to the list of recriminations that warranted my dislike of her.
I never bad-mouthed Sarah. I maybe once talked smack about how I had better nail beds. I was embarrassed enough of my actions that I largely avoided functions that presented the danger of too much social overlap. Even in the aftermath of their breakup, I felt like the other woman.
I simply did not belong where I'd shoehorned myself. Just before Paul and I petered out, Sarah landed a splashy, lucrative, high-powered job. I'd already worked myself into a crazy-girl competitive lather with her, and when I heard she'd snagged a dream job that wasn't even my dream job, I felt hateful and sick. The news resulted in one of the few panic attacks I've ever experienced.
It was ugly. I knew that I'd done something awful. The part I couldn't reconcile is that it would spur a defense mechanism that made me hate the person I'd harmed. It's years later, and by now, she could think of me just as a nuisance or buzz kill, but I feel queasy when I hear her name or see something Sarah-specific-funny. She's a walking, breathing, highly Google-able testament to how I messed up.
I take some solace in how much of an outlier she is — I hadn't snaked a still-fresh ex of any of my other friends before or since — but it did force me to be kinder to and more patient with the pals I had left. If I exhibit the capacity for such insensitive greediness, I can only imagine the other shortcomings they're forced to put up with.
The part that makes me paranoid is when I consider the ways in which this will bite me in the ass. For months, when I began dating a really cool, sweet guy, I drove myself insane waiting for that karma spore to detonate.
I was convinced he would cheat on me or find someone shinier, better, purer of heart. Oh, P.S., I'm Catholic too, so the guilt part always carries a maddeningly long tail. Truly, I just wish we were both guys. Sarah would punch me in the face, and we'd be hugging it out by now. Recently, I saw Sarah at a party in the bathroom line. She looked great.
Happy. I was curious to see how I'd act — what I'd say and what she'd say back. But not so curious that I didn't hightail it the hell out of there. The next thing I'm going to work on is my fear of confrontation. I'll get to it. If only searing guilt and misplaced envy weren't so damn time-consuming. This article was originally published as "The Friend I Effed Over" in the April 2014 issue of Cosmopolitan.
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