Female’s are particularly sneaky. It’s not surprising that as a species they make the best CIA agents and ninjas. They’re born with an innate ability to passively get the desired results without compromising their clandestine intents. So it comes as no surprise that many a male has fallen victim to a female’s most dangerous weapon: the dude as a Best Friend.
The problem with having an opposite sex as a platonic best friend is simple. One leans on said friend during good and bad times. And when that friend is attractive, has boobs, and equipped with complimentary plumbing, what is stopping nature from taking it’s course during a moment of weakness? Well, nothing. He’ll say, “there’s nothing to worry about” but what he’s really saying is, “there’s nothing to worry about… until she gets naked and throws herself at me.” She’ll say, “he’s just a friend” but we all know “he’s just a friend… until you screw up and land in the dog house”. Both parties are using one another as a safety net until their soul mate emerges.
In the early stages of dating, one will find the “Best Friend” as an obstacle to overcome. One might even try to compete directly with the BFF for attention. Alas, the only effective way to defeat this tricky opponent is with maturity and respect: tell that b*tch to get away or you’ll bust a cap in that motha f*cka. Or key his/her car. Usually does the trick.
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