for a girlfriend or mate. She was good enough for a formal announcement, good enough to click through to see her face, good enough to earn the title because she was the best fit for the cover. Like many friends-with-benefits stalemates, I would have argued he did something wrong by leading me on, I’d imagine he would argue I had romanticized the situation into something it wasn’t. It was probably a little bit of both. But what I did know was that I wasn’t a best friend. I was a backup plan, a warm body at best.
