[10:15 p.m.] - [2008-06-03]
I used to work with this young fellow named Tom. I say "young" meaning roughly my age - early twenties - but I hadn't cared enough to confirm this assumption. He had a thick build - not overweight, but muscular - with blond hair and blue eyes. His button-down shirts were always a bit tight around the shoulders, adding to his overall masculine appeal even if he did have somewhat of a baby face with a pouty bottom lip.
Of course, I wasn't attracted to him in the least. However, with long hours of the night in a retail store with nothing to do but refold the same bloody shirts, it helped to have someone to talk to. He was friendly enough if somewhat cocky in the way he carried himself. I had found that he filled the role nicely.
A month or so had passed and we whiled away many the hour with pointless banter. It was during one such night that we happened to meet up in the break room. We had settled into the familiar setting of a pleasant conversation when he reached out and stroked his thumb over my cheek, just one.
The gesture hadn't immediately registered with me, so focused was I on driving my point in on our discussion. When it finally struck me, the moment had passed on and I decided to disregard it as long as it was never repeated.
I do not why he acted so familiar with my person in that moment. I never thought that he had shown any clue of interest in me prior to then, but I've been lectured as to otherwise. Apparently all a guy needs to do to show interest is talk to you.
Why is it so difficult to keep a platonic relationship?
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