When your love life stinks and you're clearly the worst at choosing someone who won't break your heart, why not ask your best friend to find you a date? Unless of course . . . you're in love with her.
I've been friends with Artemis since high school, when we bonded over crushing on the same guy. Six years later, we're roommates in our shiny new post-college lives-she's training for the Olympics while I start my pro football career. We've both recently had bad break-ups and she says if she's going to get back out there, she needs dating lessons. Naturally, she asks me-her completely platonic roommate-to teach her. We practice eye contact. Hand holding. Cuddling during movies. Because that's what best friends do, right? Practice intimacy? For science?
She thinks I'm being helpful. I think I'm losing my mind. Meanwhile, I'm out here sabotaging her dates, getting jealous of my own teammates, and having heart-to-hearts with our pet goats about my feelings while she's literally in the next room. But we're definitely just friends. The evidence we might be idiots:
[*]The documentary crew filming my rookie season knows.
[*]Our pet goats know.
[*]Everyone knows. EVERYONE.
[*]The only people who don't know? Us.