So Sixteen Year Old Step-Daughter comes to stay for the weekend. Bringing with her Boy Who I’m Just Good Friends With. “Oh, of course you are” we agree, tongues dripping with heavy sarcasm.
But it seems that she’s right. They are just good friends. The only person who doesn’t seem to know this is BWIJGFW who is obviously besotted with her and has read too much into her inviting him to London. This leads to small amounts of friction by the end of the weekend.
I’m reminded (painfully) of my teenage years when I found it very easy to become Just Good Friends with girls. Ah memories :)