Honestly, the real issue at hand is the expectations I place on him that he can’t possibly live up to. I treat people how I want to be treated, but sometimes you need to treat people how they treat you. I did call him today on my way home from work, and shockingly he did answer and we talked for 15 minutes. He was on the way to drop his son off at his in-laws so he and the wife could have date night. It was nice to chat and at least get a sense that everything is cool between us for the most part.
Volunteering isn’t a bad idea, but I don’t really know what else to do. Bars aren’t an option. I’m not a church going person. It seems most single people stuff takes place on the other side of the city, where I don’t spend time (nor do I want to drive an hour to spend time in Dallas).
We became friends just before the pandemic started, and we were all each other hung out with for 6 months straight. Every day, and all day and night on weekends. When things changed, it was a rough transition for me, as he went on to have new family, friends, etc thru his girlfriend, and I went to having nothing every day. I’ve never quite got past wanting to go back to that, just being honest. The funny part? I tried really, really hard to not develop a close friendship with him. He’s 15 years younger, amazing body, wildly attractive. I was afraid I was gonna fall for him. It never happened in that romantic sense, thankfully. He just became the little brother I never had, and that was the nature of our friendship, and really still is. Just brothers who don’t see or talk to each other much. Do I think he still loves me as a brother? Yep. Do I think he knows how to manage his time / obligations? Not by a long shot. He takes the path of least resistance (and the one that provides him sex) and knows it’s easier to put everything with our friendship on the back burner in order to keep the now wife happy. Does it hurt? Yeah. Is it life? Yeah. Will I be there for him if things go south? Almost assuredly. Despite me being 15 years older, he’s been a mentor and spiritual advisor on a number of things. Does he know I am not straight? We haven’t ever discussed it, but his ex-gf told him I was bi. (She used to be one of my best friends until I introduced them, now we don’t talk.) Is he Ok with it? Not really, but he wouldn’t disown me because of it. One time where we kinda talked about it, he said he’d love me no matter what and just wanted me to be honest. But he also believes it’s a choice, and there is no explaining it to him. His southern Baptist upbringing, private religious secondary and college education, and his conservative upbringing in a life of privilege may have some unconscious biases.