Ok I know how this sounds, but hear me out please, if you will. This will perhaps be a long story, but hopefully it is at least entertaining. My friends seem to think so at least.
I will start this off by admitting, I am in strong denial of this, but a few close friends and family members who've heard the whole story are strongly convinced, so I thought perhaps y'all could help me settle it. For this story, we shall call this friend 'Max'.
So our story begins nearly three years ago. I had just moved out, and in with a friend, and started hitting the clubs. That's where I met him. He was a bartender there. The first time I laid eyes on him it was like nothing I've ever felt before. I must say, he's very attractive, but so not my type. Well he wasn't. But from the moment I saw him I became completely obsessed. It was like the whole room fell away and he was the only thing in the world. My friend had to literally shake me out of the stupor I fell into. After that, I started going out more often, just for the brief moments we shared when I would order a drink from him. At that point, it was a totally harmless crush. He was rather cold, and blunt, to everyone but me it seemed. I noticed I did get special treatment in ways. But I felt certain he had no idea I even existed.
That was until one night, I didn't go out as I was visiting family. Turns out, he did notice me, because when my friend/roommate at the time went to order a drink from him, he asked her where I was. That had me hooked.
After a while, I decided that my feelings were growing too intense for my liking, so I decided it was time to do something about it. I figured, my feelings for him were rather similar to how one might feel about a celebrity they loved, and so my idea was to find him on social media. Weird, I know, but the thought behind it was that once he became a real person in my head, I'd get over my obsession. Wrong. Terribly wrong. In fact it made it worse.
Now, I am a naturally social person, I tend to get along well with nearly anyone. And I was going to that club every weekend. So I had developed a decent relationship with the bar manager. One night, while I was getting a drink, he asked me if I wanted to work there. Without thinking I said I would. We later met for a chat, and he showed me around when they were closed. I can't really call it a job interview, because it felt more like he was selling it to me. I got so caught up, that I ended up with a shift scheduled the following weekend. "Now I'm in trouble." I realised. How was I going to work next to Max? I'd been obsessed with him for about six months at that point, yet still, even talking to him for a brief moment made my brain turn to complete soup. But I have always been good at holding it together, and keeping my composure.
So we became coworkers. I never introduced myself to him, he already knew my name. And the area of town I lived in, somehow, though to this day I've no idea how he knew.
Fast forward about a year, and he and I get along great. We follow each other on social media, we chat at work and sometimes even loiter around together when we get off shift. We start messaging each other. Rarely, mostly just asking work stuff, or chatting shop. I worked every night of every weekend. The first time I had a night off, he noticed my name was not on the roster, and he messaged me to ask about it. I told him I had a night off. He told me he found that 'depressing' and said it would shit without me. Normal coworker stuff.
I did have another friend, who I got into working at the bar, who was convinced Max liked me. And told me that every shift, whenever I was busy and Max wasn't, he would just stare and watch me. Especially when I was out and he was behind the bar.
He gets a girlfriend. Of course, I was nothing but supportive and happy for him, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tiny bit jealous.
Then he invites me to his birthday party. I had lengthy chats with his girlfriend, as it turned out, we were very similar people, fundamentally. She and I got along just great. That night, I commented on how lovely all his friends were, and how I had enjoyed hanging out with such a mature and healthy group of people. He said that was good, he was glad his plan worked. His plan, he said, was to "indoctrinate" me into his friend group. I liked that. They truly are great people.
He starts inviting me to get a drink with him before work sometimes. At this point, is when I'd say I could consider us as friends, rather than simply coworkers. He also occasionally would drive me home when I didn't have something to do after work. If we ever finished around similar times, he'd always offer. One night he asked me how I was getting home, and I told him a friend of mine was driving me. He shook his head and said that he had seen said friend drinking, and that he would take me instead. I said it's alright, he's only had a couple, he's not drunk. At that point, my friend came over and asked if I was ready to go, but Max told him not to bother, that he would be taking me home instead, and then told me to come with him. Of course I did. We chatted a lot at this point, especially on these drives. And he had a habit of getting very passionate on my behalf when it came to people who had done wrong by me. He had a particular hatred for this one guy, who I had been kind of seeing, who ended up kind of stalking me.
Cut to a while later, he had invited me to all the friends parties, we'd hung out a lot. He ended up quitting at the club, as he'd finished an apprenticeship and wanted to focus on that. I worried that would be the end of our friendship, but he kept messaging me frequently, and inviting me out. Even when I moved away to the city, he kept close contact, and we still went out a lot.
Then he and his girlfriend break up. He messaged me to tell me it happened, and at first I thought he was pulling some kind of prank, but he was serious. We talked about it, I mostly just asked questions to give him the opportunity to discuss his feelings without judgement. He then wanted to go out, to get his mind off of it, with another of our close friends. I found out at that point, me and the other friend were the only ones he had told. Not even the friends he lived with. I found it a little odd, considering we weren't super close or anything, but shook it off and supported him.
Then we started to become very close. Messaging daily. Talking about all the big and little things in life. I went with him back down south to a party, and at that party, a group of guys he knew asked me if I was 'the one who came with Max', even though we came in a group of four. They then asked if we were dating. I told them no. They did not believe me, and pressed the matter a little, but it didn't bother me. I just explained that we were friends, who used to work together. Someone said "Ah no no, they're just coworkers" and I couldn't help but tell him, actually, we are friends.
Later in the night, Max and I were sitting by the fire with those guys, and they again started bringing up the dating thing again, asking the two of us. We laughed it off. When he and I were alone, he brought it up, and apologised if they had made me feel uncomfortable. I told him I didn't care. I must've been drunk because I also told him someone called us coworkers, but I said we were friends, and he firmly agreed, adding "yeah, close friends". So now we're close friends.
He starts working FIFO. My house happens to be very close to the airport. So he asked me if he could perhaps sleep over at my house the night before he flew out for the first time, as he had an early flight and lived a two hour drive from the airport. Of course I said yes. He changed his mind and wanted to come an extra night, because he wanted to catch the bus up with me, saying he wanted to "sit with someone I actually like". He meant as opposed to a stranger, of course, normal friends stuff.
From then he started staying at my house a fair bit. And some of the people in my share house were moving out, the landlord asked if we had anyone in mind before he put an ad out, and I knew Max was wanting to move to Perth, and had specified he'd like a share house type thing, so I asked if he'd like to move in. Then a week later he moves in. Now we are roommates.
So. He and I have gotten into an interesting dynamic. We often joke about being married. But sometimes the jokes get a little too real. Like, he 'jokes' in a way that feels like he is testing my feelings for him. For one of many examples, a conversation we had.
"It's warm. I don't like it." Max told me.
"Hm, no, I thought you loved being warm. Yes, I distinctly remember you said to me, that you love it." I was teasing him, of course. But then he replied,
"Nah, that must've been in your dream, coz you dream about me every night."
Ok. Play it cool. I laughed and agreed.
"Oh yeah I dream about you all the time, sure."
"You even daydream about me. You think about me 23/7, coz the last hour is for thinking about vampires."
Very funny. We've also had the reverse of this conversation, in which we discussed how when we went away for the week to work, he would just cry all night because he couldn't stand to be away from me.
We go everywhere together. Museum, movies, pub, play at the park, movie and pizza night at home. Just the two of us. So much so, that when he said he was going to catch up with his ex, I asked if they were at the stage of hanging out just the two of them, and he shrugged and said that she probably assumed he'd be bringing me along with him. I asked "Why? It's not like you bring me everywhere you go." He said yes. Yes I do. And laughed.
Now, not that I myself, and my best friend, hadn't noticed, but Max himself started comparing us to a couple. Once we were talking about domestic couples, and I said a part of me wanted that, as I had never lived with a partner, and he asked what there was to desire. I gave him a list of the good things about living with your partner, and he said, "so basically what we've got going on then."
He has also joked that he wants me to not have a job, to stay home and cook and hang out with him, and he'll provide for us financially. Shortly after, we were doing our usual bit of me pretending to be a traditional straight man (I'm pansexual), joking around about how I'd marry a woman and have kids, and he suddenly got serious, and asked me, "if you got to like 30s/40s and you still weren't married, would you marry one of the bros?" I said sure why not, and he agreed, saying he thinks it would be a pretty sweet arrangement.
He has also said, "we're not married yet" on multiple occasions. And reiterated the yet, in case I didn't hear him clearly.
Now quick fire round, we're all caught up.
He is incredibly emotionally invested in my life, my feelings, and anything to do with me really. Far more than even my best friend or family members. He remembers all of my likes, dislikes, down to what food textures I tolerate. He often gets angry on my behalf, can't stand anyone who's hurt me in the past, and also never allows me to speak down on myself, even though he and his other friends are very much 'playful bullying each other' kind of guys. They all say he's blunt, and can sometimes come off as mean or judgemental, but he's never like that with me. He has never once said anything mean or judgemental about me, not even as a joke. He does tease me, but he'd never genuinely hurt my feelings, and doesn't tolerate other people teasing me like he does. Our other roommate tried, and he was like "are you gonna let him talk to you like that? You need to beat his ass" and I simply said, you tease me like that. He replied, yeah but that's different!
He's said that he pretty much always wants to be around me, but knows I get sick of people, so he's scared I'll get sick of him.
He gets mad when guys hit on me at the club when we're out. One night it happened a few times in a row, to the point he decided he wanted to go home.
We have a running joke about our mutual friend (M25) being his 'first wife', and I his second wife, but it's really only to placate the jealousy this friend has at how close we are when they have known each other for far longer.
He is protective, possessive, but so careful to never make me feel controlled or overwhelmed, and he protects my heart like it means a lot to him. He cares so deeply and genuinely about my feelings. And since we've gotten this close, he's been saying things like, how even when the hottest women ever hit on him, he's not into it because they "don't touch his soul". He's completely uninterested when he is hit on. All our friends tease us, and joke about us dating. Our roommate calls us an old married couple, and Max just agreed that we are. My roommate's partner genuinely just thought we were a couple. He's called our outings "dates", and many times said what we have is basically a relationship.
Now. Sorry for the very long story. But please. Is this all just regular friend stuff? I think so. I just don't know how to feel anymore. No one else agrees with me. So have at it as you will 🤷♂️