Actual conversation I had today with one of my very best friends:
BND: What's your plan for the weekend?
Ang: Ziplining.
BND: Oh yeah, is that a date?
Ang: What?
BND: Is it a date?
Ang: He's a 27 year old Mormon boy. You do the math.
BND: But he's a boy.
Ang: Oy! You know how you are like my big brother? He's the little brother I never had (even though I have four -- I even said that).
So funny that this isn't the first time I've had this conversation about me and Marcel. Apparently, Harry was right and men and women cannot be friends. Bummer cause he's one of my besties.
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It's not a date. A date implies the possibility of romance.
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