This is a bit of a long story but I hope that some of you learn from it. A little bit of a NYE FR tucked in there too.

There's this girl I've known for a few years that had always been a very good friend to me, lets call her Jessica. We enjoyed spending time together as friends and nothing else, the great part was that she was that "cool chick." The one that you could just chill with for hours on end like she’s one of the guys, but with breasts and a cute face. I’ve never been a fan of the HB rating system but if I were to give her a number, she’d be an HB7. Since I’ve known her for quite some time, most of the attraction has sort of diminished.

About 4 months ago I got this really fucking dumb idea that, hey, I'll just start some innocent teasing, throw in some sexual tension and just see if I can pull the elusive 'get out of the friend-zone.'

Not that I wanted to, just to see if I could. Sadly, I didn’t think of the consequences or aftermath of what I did or how I treated her.

So I started with small things, like when saying good-bye I’d give her a light kiss on the lips, blame it on me being European (in Canada.) Almost everything of what I did were physical things, I never told her that she looks really beautiful in that dress, my body would do it for me. When we sat down at a table in a restaurant or bar, I always chose to sit next to her rather than in front, so we could share the menu and if we were talking about something I’d put my hand on her back and just slowly caress her back. I have so many golden little things that I would like to share but I wouldn’t want to bore you with them. If she’s driving and you’re in the front seat, just lean your head back as if you were tired, put your hand right behind her neck and just gently massage it. Don’t even acknowledge that you’re doing it. When you stop at a light or anything, just look into her eyes. Don’t say a word until she does.

About a month ago, start of December, she just didn’t seem to be the same person. When I called her to invite her out for some drinks with a group of friends, she wouldn’t want to go out. She’d rather I come over to her house and spend some time with her. I figured I’d successfully turned our relationship to a romantic one, now I just wanted us to be friends again.

I declined her offer of going to her house and went to the bar with others. That was the last time I spoke to her until New Years Eve.

I’d been pretty damn upset about this, a month without us speaking or seeing each other was quite a bit, 2 weeks would pass sometimes but after that she’d insist on meeting up. I was starting to realize just how much I fucked up. A good buddy of mine (Bruce) calls me the day of NYE and says he’s throwing a huge party and I gotta come. Pure coincidence, Jessica(HB7) lives 2 blocks down. I had other plans for a concert but house parties are the fucking bees knees. Cats ass? Anyway, they’re the best. So I arrive fashionably late, I’m greeted by everyone by hugs and high fives and Bruce stops the music while about 20 people are dancing and just shouts “WAYNEGALES IN THE HOUSE”. Huge DHV? Pretty sure. So I figure it’s time to mingle a little bit, there’s still 40 minutes until midnight, plenty of time to find a target. I’m chatting with Bruce’s little sister, who happens to be a solid HB9, just started university with a body that could cause wars. We hit off really well, she’s a little drunk and confesses that she had a crush on me through high school. I tease her a little bit about how she’s forbidden fruit and her brother would kill me if we did anything. It’s 11.50 and I’m getting a little restless, I tell HB9 to sit down while I show her a trick. So I take a scarf that’s lying on the table, tie it around her eyes and tell her to just relax. I give her a little kiss on the cheek, and then I go to the living room to search for the real target. I immediately spot a cute little blonde HB8, must’ve been 4’10. I go pretty direct with the overused, “You know, you’re pretty cute for a hobbit.” She laughs, says it’s not the first time she’s heard that, turns out she is Bruce’s cousin visiting from the States. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind his cousin being in my company for tonight. We talk for about 5 minutes until HB9 comes out of the kitchen with the scarf in her hand and wraps it around my neck. She says she’s going to punish me for that shenanigan later on, but now it’s time for the countdown. It’s about 2 minutes to midnight, and everyone has their bottles of champagne ready.

Countdown starts, 10.. 9.. 8.. Yadda yadda. Little sister grabs me, gives me the biggest tongue-fuck I’ve ever received in my life. Thank GOD Bruce didn’t see that. Just as she lets me go, straight out of a fucking movie, I see Jessica standing over by a bunch of her friends. I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she shakes her head at me, I take a step towards her and she turns around and walks out the door. After an hour of trying to reach her I walk over to her house and ring the doorbell. A couple minutes pass and she opens the door, her mascara has run down her cheek and she’s still wearing her NYE dress. She looks shattered. It breaks my heart to see her this way and I realize that all of this was because of some stupid fucking game I decided to play. We talk for a few minutes, she tells me that she has fallen for me. What she said next hit my like a brick to the head, “I can’t see us as anything less than a couple, and if you don’t want that then I can’t be around you anymore.” I’ve never been in love so I’ve never suffered the consequences of it. But this must’ve been pretty damn close to having my heart smashed to pieces so I cannot imagine what was going through her head. She says goodbye, as if it’s the last time she’ll say it and closes the door.

I sit on her step for a few minutes, have a smoke, and try to gather myself. Tipsy, angry, sad… there was a whole clusterfuck of emotions rushing through me. Mostly anger aimed at myself, self-loathing anger. I say aloud to myself, “Fuck this,” and start walking back to Bruce’s house. It’s about 1.45am and the crowd has halved since I left. Most people went to the bars, Bruce left with them so now his sister is in charge of the house. Shit, I don’t have the self-control for this. I’m in the kitchen, singing country music with a bunch of guys. Not focused at all at gaming, not in the mood for it anymore. Time goes by and most of the people leave, about 6 others passed out in the basement (turned into some huge 4 guy, 2 girl orgy.) I stumble up the stairs trying to find a bedroom. I could’ve crashed in Bruce’s room, but my logic was quite flawed that night. Of course I decide to sleep in little sisters’ bed . About 10 minutes after I completely undress and tuck myself in, HB9 walks in. She crawls underneath the sheets, starts giving me head straight off the bat. I lift up the covers and say “You could get me killed for this.” She just gives me a little grin and then continues. Not some freaky jungle sex, just vanilla, it was clear that she wasn’t too experienced but she would make one hell of a girlfriend one day. Not for me of course, I like my life. Day after that we just chill, she makes me breakfast and we watch a movie. Later on she drives me home, just as I’m about to get out she grabs my crotch, kisses me and says it won’t be the last time we get into trouble. She puts her number in my phone and I step out. Finally how, I check my answering machine and Facebook to see if anything new involving Jessica has happened. Nope.

And that was NYE night. But the point of the story is this. Be very careful of who you game, it might cause you more heartache than you ever expected. I still haven’t heard from Jessica in any way. If I could do everything differently I would have.

I think I’ve lost one of my closest friends that I otherwise would’ve had for life.

TL;DR: Gamed friend, success, lost friend, heartbreak.