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"  A lot has happened over the last week, but first and foremost: Trevor and I? Dunzo, and it did not go down at all as I pictured. I invited him over so we could talk, and I had this whole big speech planned\u2014about how much I like him, but this is all too much for me right now, blah, blah, another clich\u00E9, blah blah. But I never got a chance to give it\u2026  Trevor knocked on my door around 8 p.m. &amp;quot;You look rested,&amp;quot; he said, when I opened it. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s just the Botox I got in the Hamptons.&amp;quot; He cocked his head at me. &amp;quot;Joke,&amp;quot; I assured him. Trevor walked into my living room and sat down on a chair\u2014not the couch. It seemed to be a very deliberate move, like an effort to not get too close to me.  &amp;quot;So I&amp;#039;m glad you called,&amp;quot; Trevor said. &amp;quot;Oh, uh, good,&amp;quot; I said, confused. He made it sound like he had something to tell me\u2026when it was really the other way around. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve been thinking,&amp;quot; Trevor started. Wait, what? No, I&amp;#039;ve been thinking. &amp;quot;Maybe this is too much for you, you just got out of a relationship and you don&amp;#039;t need to jump right into something right now.&amp;quot; Stop stealing all of my lines! I wanted to scream.  &amp;quot;Oh yeah, that&amp;#039;s kind of what I wanted to\u2014&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Wait, just let me finish,&amp;quot; Trevor held up his hand. What was happening?? &amp;quot;I really have fun with you, but I think for now, it&amp;#039;s best we just stay friends.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Um, yes, that is also how I too feel.&amp;quot; It was like I suddenly lost my ability to form a coherent sentence. I was just so shocked he had beaten me to the punch.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad you also too feel that way,&amp;quot; Trevor said, smiling a little bit at me. &amp;quot;And I really mean it, I want to be friends.&amp;quot; I just assumed he wouldn&amp;#039;t want to talk to me after all of this, and the idea of us just being friends had never even crossed my mind. Even though I was a little blindsided that Trevor was the one to ultimately end things, I liked the idea of us as friends than of us never speaking again.  &amp;quot;So, will we like go to the movies, one on one?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s what I do with my friends.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If that&amp;#039;s what you want to do, sure,&amp;quot; Trevor said. &amp;quot;This is kind of weird, but I kind of like it,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Good,&amp;quot; Trevor stood up. He walked over to me, stopping just a few inches from me. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, and a small part of me even wanted him to, even though I knew it would only complicate things. &amp;quot;I will see you around, friend.&amp;quot; He leaned forward and gave me a kiss\u2026on the cheek. &amp;quot;Bye,&amp;quot; I said, my voice of course cracking like that of a pre-pubescent boy. Trevor let himself out, while I sat on the couch and tried to digest what had just happened. It seemed to me like his motives were all about self-preservation\u2014after I expressed my doubt, he obviously wasn&amp;#039;t going to wait around and take the chance that I would pull the plug. I&amp;#039;ll admit it\u2014going from the dumper to the dumped was slightly annoying. But overriding that irritation was an immense sense of relief. Trevor and I had history, and it&amp;#039;s not easy to casually date someone you have history with. Plus, even though we&amp;#039;d closed the door on us, we hadn&amp;#039;t locked it entirely (excuse my writerly metaphor). Do you think Trevor and I can actually just be friends? And do you think I did the right thing? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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