Platonic What?

After all that’s happened this month with Pete and men in general, I came up with a horrible plan last night as I tried to fall asleep.

What if I played along with Pete’s platonic friend request while merely choosing to let him fulfill my emotional, mental, and maybe even some physical needs?  Downright use him like guys always do to me!  (Hush, I know this is a HORRIBLE idea, but it keeps making me giggle.)

I could probably turn this into a whole Friends-With-Benefits scenario.  I’m tired of getting F’d over, so why not do it a little myself instead?  Pretty sure my “Pete Can Call It Platonic But That’s Not What I’m Doing” plan is a solid mess, and I love it.