Not So Nice Guy

ΓÇ£Oh my god. Who is that?ΓÇ¥ I get asked this question a lot. ΓÇ£Oh him?ΓÇ¥ I reply. ΓÇ£ThatΓÇÖs just Ian.ΓÇ¥ Just Ian is the biggest understatement of the century. Just the Mona Lisa. Just the Taj Mahal. Just Ian,with his boring olΓÇÖ washboard abs and dime-a-dozen dimpled smile. Just Ian is…just my best friend. WeΓÇÖre extremely closestuck so deep inside a Jim-and-Pam-style friendzone everyone at work assumes weΓÇÖre a coupleΓÇöthat is until one dayword spreads through the teacherΓÇÖs lounge that heΓÇÖs single. *Fair game. SuddenlyitΓÇÖs open season on Ian. He should be reveling in all the newfound attentionbut to our mutual surprisethe only attention he seems to want is mine. HeΓÇÖs turning our formerly innocent nightly chats into X-rated phone calls. Our playful banter sports a newdangerous edge. I want to assume heΓÇÖs playing a prank on mejust pushing my buttons like alwaysΓÇöbut when Ian lifts me onto the desk in my classroom and slides his hands up my skirthe doesnΓÇÖt leave a lot of room for confusion. IΓÇÖm a little scared of things going southof losing my best friend because I canΓÇÖt keep my hands to myself. SoIΓÇÖm just going to back away and not return this earth-shattering kissΓÇöoh who am I kidding?! Goodbye IanolΓÇÖ buddyolΓÇÖ pal! Helloooo mister not so nice guy.