You just bought this huge rug, and who do you call? Why your friend Harry, of course. You’ve really started to lean on him lately. He’s handy like that. He helped you drag a Christmas tree back to your place, too. Of course he’d never admit that you were friends because he doesn’t believe that men and women can ever truly be friends. It’s not like you’d ever sleep with him, not in a million years. For crying out loud, he’s so clueless he wouldn’t even know that you were faking your orgasm while trying to figure out what to order for dinner. Maybe a salad. But with balsamic vinegar and oil instead of the regular dressing. And it has to be on the side. Oh yes, yes, yes!
