PoMoRo "Success" Story.

So the "friend date" turns into "just friends" and then you have a friendship with a really awesome member of the opposite sex (or same sex depending on what orientation you thought you had going into the "friend date"). That's great! People who may have been superficially sexually attracted to one another at some point can have very fulfilling platonic relationships. Would any collective living situation work if people our age couldn't be friendly to people they know they will never fuck? Perhaps that's a rhetorical question requiring a later post, but you get the idea. Anyways, one minute during some day in your very pleasant platonic relationship you will look at that person you've seen urinate next to a brick wall and think to yourself, "we'd be so happy together." So you profess your love and they confess their reciprocated feelings immediately. Immediate in pomoro means the next day at 7pm, but still, your heart is filled with joy the second you hear the text message beep. Eventually, both of your Myspace profiles feature pictures you've taken together. Next step, moving in to the same loft space. Then, even though you swore it could never happen to you, you've taken on the final sign of eternal bliss: the couples food blog.