My resolve was bolstered by the fact that the object of my affection was a straight girl.Sitting on the couch one November night, my best friend and I were drinking margaritas. My husband and I had recently decided to get divorced, and I was talking about how long it had been since I had been kissed (quite a while) and whether I really wanted to be bothered finding someone else to kiss. The truth, of course, was that the person I wanted was sitting right next to me. Since I’ve lost a friend or two after not returning romantic interest, I was more than prepared to keep my desires to myself in the interest of maintaining our friendship. My resolve was bolstered by the fact that the object of my affection was a straight girl.