No dessert

Problem: my ex-boyfriend’s best friend is cute.

Even more of a problem: the best friend lives in the same city that I live in, and the ex lives 2000 miles away.

For some advice on what to do, I call up a friend. “So what’s the rule on dating your ex’s best friend?” I ask him.

“What rule?” My friend replies.

Apparently, there is no rule.

So as I find myself accepting an offer for him to cook me dinner, I wonder if he, too, is wondering about the same issue: ” what’s the rule on dating my best friend’s ex?”

Halfway through the dinner, though, I’ve made up my mind. There are enough fish in the sea, so why choose to play with two that swim in the same pond? And at the risk of ruining a great friendship?

So I finish up the last spoonful off my plate, I promptly thank him for a delicious dinner and get up to head out the door. As I take one last look at him before I leave, there’s a glint of some sort of malicious tension, but I know that he’s thinking the same thing. No dessert. Not now, not ever.