ONCE FRIENDS
There's a show I watch every Sunday called Grey's Anatomy (the only other show I MUST see, in addition to Gilmore Girls). It's been receiving loud raves and high acclaim recently -- and rightfully so -- just like my other favorite show, the writing and acting are top-notch, truly superb.
A few episodes ago, the main character Meredith (whom head writer Shonda Rhimes describes as one of the few truly flawed female characters in television today) is devastated and shattered by a series of events and thus makes the hideous mistake of sleeping with George, a "brotherly" friend and one of her roommates, who is also completely smitten and in love with her.
And as much as I cringed and screamed and wanted to barrage the writers with sacks of hate mail, I had to admit -- grudgingly -- that I completely understood why they went ahead with that story line. I absolutely know what it feels like to feel so broken and vulnerable, that all you want to do is find shelter and safe haven wherever you can, even against your better judgment. When you finally convince yourself that what you really want isn't what you need, so you decide to try what you think is good for you even if it's not what you truly desire.
In my life, unfortunately, I've learned over and over again that this is never a good idea. Or at least it just doesn't work for me.
I once had a friend who fell in love with me (against his better judgment, I'm convinced) and whom I didn't love back, at least not nearly in the same way. When I realized it (how could I have not? He flat out told me.) I was utterly dismayed, even a bit devastated. I enjoyed his company, loved talking and laughing with him; he and I hunted for the best Chinese food in West Los Angeles together, he was the guy who forced me to watch The Godfather (and made me enjoy it, too), he was the guy I could even do absolutely nothing with and yet feel blissfully happy and content. He was my friend, my bud, my bro.
And he tried so very hard to make me feel for him what he felt for me, to the point where I'd get so very cross and annoyed with him because I just wanted him to stop and realize he was making a huge mistake. Deep inside I felt I didn't deserve what he was offering, not just because I was so damaged and defective but mostly because I couldn't return his love and affection the way I felt the right girl would and should have. I just wasn't the right one for him and damn it, why he couldn't he see that?
I'll never forget one moment inside his car, one night after he dropped me off beside mine. He was crying as he asked what he could possibly do to make me feel the same way about him. Why didn't I love him, was there something wrong? I remember telling him cooly (I still think about this with shame, I must confess) that perhaps it was better he didn't call me anymore, that maybe it was best I call him instead.
But because I was so fragmented then -- my spirit tired, my heart crushed and weary -- I started believing that maybe his love could make me whole again. In theory it was brilliant: we were great friends and real friendship was an excellent foundation for true love, after all. I told myself that perhaps I refused to love him because I was afraid to get hurt and because I didn't want to ruin our friendship that meant so much to me.
So one night as I stood over him while he corrected papers, he swiveled his chair around to face me, his eyes open and honest and loving. He pulled my face towards him, and we kissed as I sat on his lap, my arms clinging to him completely for support. He was so happy, I could feel it; I was so tentative, I hoped he couldn't tell. But his joy was enough for both of us at that moment, it held enough promise that everything would work out fine.
I don't know exactly how soon after it was when we slept together. When it happened I knew it was so, so completely wrong; I sometimes suspect he felt it, too.The rest of the story is merely details, but what happened is that our friendship ended right then and there. Nothing could truly revive it, not even years later when he phoned to apologize for hurting me (yes, I never saw it coming but I was the one who ended up crying), even after we had Chinese food for lunch and talked and laughed again. Because in the end we committed the same mistake, and although neither one of us cried this time, neither one of us could also remember what it was like when we were merely good friends.
If I could turn back time, I'm not sure which moment I would stop and do over. Through the years there were times I missed his friendship, and I had to content myself with the idea that things happened simply as they were supposed to. My mistake then -- as I had to learn over and over and over again -- was that I was looking for someone else to provide the missing piece of my puzzle. No one could ever possibly complete me, no matter how often romantic movies claim otherwise.
Perhaps he only wanted to complete me -- maybe he simply wanted to save me from myself -- or possibly he needed me to do the same for him. In the end, however, we might have just ripped each other apart. I used to wish we'd be able to turn everything around and become even better friends, but that never happened; we simply moved on with our lives. In my worst case scenario I think of him as a friend I once had and he remembers me as a girl he once slept with.
Not all stories have a happy ending, even if all the characters end up happily -- as we both did. And oftentimes life doesn't wrap up neatly, with everyone finding the closure they seek. Sometimes things just end for no real reason except that they simply do.
But once in a while I miss my old friend, and when regret starts seeping in, I tell myself I would not be me if he and I were still we. In a sense I began where we ended, and sometimes that's just reason enough.

































Hey McMeredith....just kidding... I can totally relate to your post (and why eventhough it was painful to watch the Mer/George thing...it somehow made sense). Although I never did cross the theoretical line, I did have a guy friend that was more into me than I was into him. It would have been really easy to succumb to his availability, but at the time I was only into the "dramatic and unattainable". I am relieved that we never "went there", but I still lost him as a friend after I met Michael. I didn't even remember to invite him to my wedding. I guess I must have subconsciously felt weird about it.
Love, love, love "Grey's Anatomy" - we should have a season finale party!
Hugs
Posted by:Sandra | March 21, 2006 at 07:47 AM
There's a guy in my dorm who had a crush on me. I felt horrible because I just thought of us as good friends. I hung out in his room and we kidded with each other. I wasn't attracted to him; I just enjoyed his humor and company. One night at a party, he was very drunk and this other guy I didn't even know (also drunk. I was sober and playing cards, by the way) was haning all over me, putting his arm around me and all. Well my friend just turned towards this weird guy and half mumbles "If you touch her, I'll f*cking slit your throat". He's a real tough guy, if you can't tell. That's when I first really knew, but I never knew what to do about it. Finally, we talked about it and agreed that we were just good friends. I still feel really horrible. I don't think he will ever be able to see me without feeling a little hurt. I enjoy your blog a lot. I'm going to go read some more entries now!
Posted by:Callie | March 21, 2006 at 12:57 PM
Oh sigh, you have so much to say. I am taking notes...
Posted by:jo | March 21, 2006 at 02:17 PM
Again - not sure if this fits but here goes. I had a friend in college once -- was completely smitten and devoted to me. I liked the guy well enough but I was not going to LIKE him that way.
I enjoyed his company and appreciated that he helped me with Math and that he came over to where I lived and brought his friends over to play basketball.
He asked me to his college ball and I went. We both got somewhat drunk and when he dropped me off at home -- he kissed me. I was outraged.
I just wanted to be friends and told him that over and over again. WHY DID HE DO THIS?
He felt that yes, even if I said that we were just and ONLY friends, that because we spent so much time together and enjoyed it, that things could and had changed.
No, they did not.
Even after this -- even after I left Manila for the US -- he wrote to me -- which eventually stopped.
I found out that he was to be married to a wonderful girl -- I found out about this in an article about his death.
I was happy that at least he found love and happiness -- sad for the girl that was left behind -- but till today -- hopeful that somehow he knew that even if I could not and would not be with him -- that he KNEW that I did appreciate him, wished him well, and loved him, even if it was just not that way.
Posted by:trish | March 21, 2006 at 02:42 PM
Hard to believe, but there were a couple of girls who had a crush on me when I was younger. These are girls that I did not know, strangers even, in a way that I'd seen them around but that I don't believe I'd spoken with them until the day I slept with them (shocking, I know). They are still strangers, actually.
I was young then. Young people, men specially, do insensitive things.
Obviously, these incidents are not proud moments for me. But they are learning experiences and gauges to see how much we've grown. Or not.
Do you ever wonder, as I do sometimes, what ever happened to some of the people in our lives and are we better having known them? Are they better off having known us? Do they think of us fondly or do they think of us with such disdain?
Posted by:John | March 21, 2006 at 04:49 PM
Love this post Gigi. I think that it was for the best that things ended the way they did. At least now, he also believes that you two aren't meant to be, instead of leaving him hanging and frustrated. There was closure. Not a lot of relationships have that.
Posted by:Cathy | March 21, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Things happen for a reason. Although sometimes I wish the reasons would be more clearly apparent early on. It may take a lifetime to find the reason for events in our lives. That we seek it is enough to give us a moment of peace, to rest our soul and maybe realize, it was all for good.
Posted by:ernie | March 22, 2006 at 08:00 AM
Hi Sandra - Wish we lived nearer each other so we could watch together!
Hello Callie - Thanks! So glad you stopped by :)
Hi Trish - Did you just say the guy DIED? We need to chat soon so you can tell me more about that. How awful! But what stories you have girl...
Hi Jo - You're so sweet, thank you. I guess I've had a lot to think about. :)
Hello John - I know I'm better off having met/known all the people that came through my life (yes, even the jerks and assholes). It's all part of the experience. As far as how people in my past remember me...hmmm...my conscience is clear so hopefully not too badly. :) Although I suppose it doesn't matter if it don't see/talk to the few who think otherwise. Now I'm curious what the women in YOUR past have to say!
Hello Cathy - I used to have a lot of questions that went unanswered...but now it doesn't really matter.Or maybe I just think in time everything is illuminated so I'll just go with the flow.
Hi Ernie - One thing I know for sure is that sometimes it's good the answers aren't immediately available -- because at least for me, it was always the process of finding them that really helped me, not the answers per se. I mean, how many times have we eventually discovered that the they were right there in front of us all along but we just weren't ready to see or deal with them, you know?
Posted by:Gigi | March 22, 2006 at 10:12 PM
Gigi - I'm certain they never had any profound experiences with me, but I'm hoping they had fun.
Posted by:John | March 23, 2006 at 04:59 PM
gigi, thanks for this entry. very honest, as usual. favorite talaga kita, next to gilmore girls and grey's anatomy. hehehe
Posted by:jove francisco | March 24, 2006 at 11:54 PM
Hi John - I guess we'll never know if they did, but I certainly know I always have fun reading your comments. So maybe that's a good sign? :)
Hello Jove - I saw you on TV when I went home earlier this month! Bitin nga...I tuned in a bit late, so I didn't catch your entire segment. But I started jumping and pointing at the screen -- "It's Jo-veeeeee!"
Posted by:Gigi | March 25, 2006 at 03:10 AM
gigi!
nakatulong ka sa poor ratings namin! hehehe.
thanks! someday we will finally meet face to face, sa CA or sa Manila.
more power sa blog mo na ito.
Posted by:jove francisco | March 25, 2006 at 03:52 AM