From the Vault, #2 - Hooking Up With Friends.

Alright now...we've all done it.

And if we haven't, we certainly know it exists. (500) Days of Summer is the perfect example- they hold hands, they have sex, and yet they can't take the leap that defines them as boyfriend and girlfriend.

So... I did it. I've done it. Twice, actually. Technicalities and complications keep me from dating these people-I mean, do I actually want to date them? Each time, though, I've been plagued with insecurities the week after. Will he tell anyone? What will people think? Was it really as awkward as I thought it was when I fell off the couch? And so forth.

This time was a little different than the last. This time, it was obvious that he wanted to. It was the second time I'd been over at his house and the second time he'd hinted that I stay after everyone else left. Part of me wanted to- he's just so good-looking- and another part of me, the part of me that does what my parents tell me to, knew I had a curfew. This time I compromised my curfew in favor of making out on the couch. It was a little awkward- no, I will not blow you- but enjoyable at the same time. I wanted to, he wanted to- him a little more so than me, but that happens.

It's the afterward that makes everything difficult, and oh-so-confusing. We've clarified that it just happened, and I know for a fact that he doesn't want a girlfriend. But I don't know how I feel about hooking up with someone I see almost every day. I don't know if this is going to be a recurring thing, and if it is, can it be possible that it's ever consensual?