Peter Goodman has never been in love. He disregards other's emotions including his own. He lives his life being a wingman, with no attachments and meaningless sex. It's a tiring life, until one day he decides that maybe instead of sleeping with the...
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The only way to make Benny talk to me was either giving him food, buying him a video game or getting him a hookup. I refused to partake in the last option and video games were expensive. My only choice was to get him food. His favorite food.
The only problem was he was a food snob and only a particular restaurant sold his favorite kind of dumplings. With that being said, it was important to understand that the restaurant was an hour and a half away. I knew our friendship was worth it, I was well aware that this would be the first time I was the one to make amends. I just dreaded the ride to and from the restaurant. I wish I could take Sandra with me.
It will almost be two months since we met. I can't believe I haven't even asked for her number. I'm such a coward! When it comes to her it feels like I have no experience with women, I'm clueless.
Today was Saturday and as I checked for the time I realized how early it was. If I headed over to get the stupid dumplings I would probably make it back home before noon. Then I could plan something with Benny. He was right about me becoming a total buzzkill. I couldn't think back to the last time I looked forward to going out with him. What he didn't understand was that our old playboy patterns messed me up. They put me in a darker place.
I had been hooking up and getting drunk religiously since the age of eighteen. I hated myself for that, and now although I don't have a set purpose, I feel less shitty about myself. Sure, I could never erase who I was, but I could be better. I want to be better. For Benny it's all fun and games, he plays the nice guy in our dynamic. I play the villain, I screwed the ugly friends and belittled them afterward. Sure, I could never be the nice guy, but I could be a regular guy.
As I entered my car, my thoughts roamed back to the ridiculous idea of taking Sandra with me. I could go to her apartment and talk her into it. We could talk it all out and I could finally tell her that I like her. Just as fast as the idea came, it got shot down. I still had to end whatever I had with Selena.
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The drive took longer than expected due to ridiculous traffic. Once I made it back to the apartment, Benny sat on the couch browsing through the tv channels. He noticed me enter, then purposely turned up the volume. His tantrum was cut short once he caught a whiff of the food. I smirked and stood by the table. "Come on Ben, I wasted a shit tone of gas to spoil you." I could tell he was internally battling his stubbornness as he rubbed his thighs and sighed. It took a couple of long minutes before he stood from the couch and stared at me. He remained silent as he took his share of dumplings. This was the part where I should have apologized, yet my stubbornness was also prominent.
