i have male friends. some of them are married. i choose my friends very carefully (or, i must say, they choose me). but i don’t want to sleep with them. and i don’t feel the urge to scream every time when i see their decent wedding-ringed finger.
and i might wait for them to call me from time to time, just for the fun of it (if there’s nothing important we need to discuss, dinners, babysitting etc) but i don’t feel the sweet satisfaction flooding in my mind when i hear their voice.
that’s about friendship
ánosi juci 