My mom would be so proud.

Lucky for me, the love confession text was later followed by a "OMG, my friends sent you those messages, I'm sorry". As for whether or not I believe it, no comment. But I'm in no position to judge, I've blurred the lines between friends and something else as recently as two weeks ago, though definitely not with this particular friend. Somehow, sleeping with my friends seems infinitely safer and much easier than actually putting forth the effort to arrange a real date. Plus, I don't feel weird leaving in the morning and not saying goodbye and we can avoid that whole "should we do this again sometime" conversation. I'm lazy and promiscuous. Awesome.