So many things happened this week that I already get to say, it was’t a good one.

First of all, on Monday I woke up with a sore throat and spent the day taking Vocalizone pastilles and pretty much drinking all the ginger lemon tea I could find, and by the time Wednesday came – along with a very important test, may I add – I decided to give up and face the fact that yes, I had a flu and I needed to rest. Long story short it is Friday now and the only rest I had was when I was watching Netflix last night, and it didn’t last very much since my stupid ass managed to drop water on my notebook and now my trackpad doesn’t work, yey me! Bad news aside, I bought a very cheap, very doubtful mouse and this is how I am rolling now, and the flu? Still going strong.

But if there is one thing that I’ve learned after the gazillion times I had a flu, is that nothing can make me feel better quite like Meg Ryan. You read it right, I mean the actress, Meg Ryan. So whenever I get sick, I already know I will be spending my noons watching Sleepless in Seattle and When Harry Met Sally until I give up and take a very restless nap. And so on Tuesday, when there was still some hope about this flu going away, I decided to watch When Harry Met Sally, one of my all time favorites.

What a huge mistake that was. See, the movie had always been pretty relatable to me, for a bunch of reasons that I will later on talk about. But I didn’t think that this time I would end up with a few lines of the movie stuck in my head. So, if you never watched When Harry Met Sally (seriously, go watch it because what? it’s a classic, and everyone should), it is pretty much about a man and a woman who meet in an awkward roadtrip and hate each other right away, but during the years of their lives they manage to run into each other until they decide to be friends and a bunch of things happen, bla bla bla, I won’t spoil it. But before they become friends, Harry says, very factually, that man and woman can’t be friends.

Pathetic right? I bet you already made a list in your mind of all your opposite gender friends and rolled your eyes at Harry, and I promise I did it too.

But if you listen to his theory, you do get a little thoughtful. So he claims that man and woman can’t be friends because there will always have some sort of sexual tension between them I guess, like in some deep down level, you or your friend wouldn’t mind the idea of doing you. That is pretty much what he says.

And so I started to think about all my guy friends, and except the gay ones, I came to the conclusion that I either, at some point, had developed a crush on them, or I already at least made out with them.

And then I was in total denial, was Harry right? Man and woman can’t be friends because we will always have some sort of attraction implied in our friendship?

I was so pissed at me because of this statement that my sick with a flu self decided that there was no way this was true. He was wrong, period. Per see, I have a bunch of new guy friends at college that I met only a few months ago but that was more than enough to know that they were not hook up material, sure some of them are cute, but I wouldn’t even considering kissing them. And that was it. Harry was wrong. He was so so so wrong. Right?

Wrong. You see, I can use the excuse that I was high on cough syrup, but here is what I did. I was talking to one of my guy friends and I bluntly asked him, “Would you consider sleeping with me?” Like that. Word by word. I was a disgusting mess, stuffy nose and hoarse voice, my hair was gross and aside from my brows, I had no makeup on. Of course he would say no, not because I was looking particularly unattractive that day, but because we were friends. And friends don’t have sex.

Much for my surprise, he started to laugh. It was an uncomfortable, kinda over the top laugh and I frowned. Because I realized I was offended. Because he was laughing because he wouldn’t, under no circumstances, sleep with me. And if I was offended that meant that deep down inside, a part of me, a very hidden, very small, part of me, would actually consider sleeping with him.

Shocking, I know. Anyways, he shrugged it off and said ‘Maybe, I don’t know. Probably.’ which made me even more pissed at Harry. Because maybe, I don’t know, probably, he was right.

I ended up calling one of my best friends that night, a man friend that I happened to have made out with in the past, and even if most of my hook ups with friends were during those drunk moments, it is what they say, the alcohol gives us the courage to do things we want to do sober, or something like that. I told him all about the movie and the guy who laughed, and he also didn’t have friends who he didn’t consider hooking up with or the other way around, he couldn’t tell me, that with 110% of certain, his girl friends wouldn’t hook up with him.

But I mean, friendship is something utterly important. Everyone can easily survive without a lover, but not without friends, no. So really, was it a big deal that we had to mix this need of…physical contact with our friendships? I have friends whom I have even nearly slept with that are, until this day, my bestest friends. If anything, this whole hooking up thing made us even more close.

I asked to my other girl friends at college and they all got reflexive, due the fact that they also were in the same situation as I was. But maybe we are all in this confusing yet amusing situation in which we develop such a strong connection and with that, are able to build such a strong, comfortable relationship with someone, that not even by having sex, something that requires two very naked bodies, and a very deep connection, not even that could ruin a friendship.

All in all, really, I did get a little upset. The idea was still a bit awful to me, to know that not only Harry was right, but to also know that yes, we are such sexual beings that we don’t even manage to build a friendship without any sexual strings or second intentions. And maybe, even my dear beloved Samantha from Sex and the City was right, ‘Men are for fucking. Women are for friendship.’ But all in all, I guess this was another thing about life I would just have to accept and move on.

And like my friend told me before, there is nothing wrong with friends finding each other attractive or even sleeping together, as long as they are mature enough to separate the sexual side to the friendship. So until next time, hook up with your friends because if anything, it will make your bond even tighter, and as always stay out of trouble, but if you don’t – oh my god, tell me all about it.

– Your Girl on the Go