I was working in another state and invited a very close friend of mine to...

come out and visit. There'd always been sexual tension between us, but nothing had ever happened and I assumed it never would. She's a great girl, but I just never felt all that attracted to her. Her first night there we hung out with some of my friends, and one of them completely came on to me (for different reasons that have nothing to do with this confession.) I guess it got both my friend and I thinking along those lines and, well, we slept together. I loved her dearly as a friend, and didn't want her to feel bad about getting drunk and fucking for no reason, so I carried on like I wanted to have a relationship with her when I moved back home. To be fair, I thought that maybe I could make myself feel attracted to her since we got along so well in every other way. We slept together a few more times that weekend. I ended up dating the girl who had been hitting on me, and stayed in a long distance relationship with her when I got back home. My friend was furious with me, mostly for saying I wanted a relationship with her when I clearly didn't. She hardly speaks to me anymore, and as much as I would like to have a friendship with her, my girlfriend hates her because she slept with me that weekend - right before her and I got together. And my friend hates my girlfriend because of how trashy she acted when she threw herself at me that night. Ugh. Mostly to keep my girlfriend happy I hardly talk to my now ex-friend, which is easy since she doesn't really want anything to do with me. I miss her, though, and I miss the close friendship we used to have. I think if I'd just said, "Whoa, well, we were drunk. Whoops!" things would have been much, much better. But I didn't, and now here I am, confessing on i4giveu.com. I hope they never read this.

By Anonymous on General,