When I dream of ex-boyfriends, I omnisciently observe what I imagine is a typical day: wake up, go to work (nurse, hair stylist, sales), then home to their husbands. In my dreams, I give them the happy relationship that wasn’t possible with me. They were good boyfriends, just not good for me; they were someone else’s happy relationship.
All male friendship I’ve attempted has been with unattainable straight men, which quickly fizzled. It didn’t need to be the most attractive guy, but the man most girls circled. I relied on being an exaggerated clown, flirting in hopes to win over the guy to have validation-sex. Do straight women flirt to begin male friendships? Regardless, the speed of the friendship’s lifespan was dictated by the quality time spent together. Homosexual or queer friendships have been very rare. The homosexuals I met for friendship, found through my standby outlet – the internet. The bonds that were attempted consistently had an expectation of friend with benefit situation. Friendship or old-fashioned dating was off the table. I found those that took that route to be overbearing, as shallow as I pretended to be, or what I used for a mask was their true personality.