can guys and girls really really be friends?

Jack Tait walked into a small coffee shop in Toronto and immediately saw beauty.  this came in the form of the hot twenty-one year old girl behind the counter serving coffee.  Jack ordered his coffee and then said, “I know you.”
the girl awkwardly smiled back at Jack and said, “are you sure?”
Jack said, “yes you’re friends with Sandy.  I was out with you and Eric one night on Roncy.  what happened to Eric.  I heard it didn’t go well?”
“Oh yeah…I remember you now.  I’m sorry.  I was pretty drunk that night.  Yeah after you left the night turned bad.”  this was all said with a beautiful smile and a giddiness that can only come from a girl under twenty-five.  as girls age they generally become bitter and tired but Jack knew to avoid those ones and stayed engaged in playful conversation with this beautiful girl.
“It got so weird.  I was with that other guy who I like and Eric got so jealous and he just got nasty and then left.  I’ve reached out to him a few times but he just ignores me.”  The hot girl continued.
“That’s too bad.  he’s a good guy but that’s brutal.”  Jack responded with his sixty-one year old wisdom.
“Yeah it is too bad.  I have told Eric many times that I only want to be his friend but he never listens.  Now I heard he’s right back with his ex.”
“Really?”
“Yeah really.  isn’t that crazy???”
“Yeah that’s terrible.  I don’t know.  guys are weird sometimes.  or maybe guys are weird all the time.  who knows?”
“What was your name again?”
“Jack…Jack Tait.  What was your name?”
“Chloe.”
“Nice to meet you Chloe.”
“Yeah same here.”
all this talk done with smiles and chuckles.  Jack Tait talking a good game but wanting to bang Chloe sooooo badly.  Never crossing the line outwardly but inwardly undressing Chloe and fucking her and kissing her and getting blown by her.  Jack Tait always a great multi-tasker.
After all the talk Chloe gave Jack his coffee and took his money.  two dollars.  Jack was wearing clothes for some reason.
“Thanks for the coffee Chloe.”
“No problem Jack.”
they exchanged looks.  Jack’s was one of yearning and horniness.  Chloe’s was one of trust and friendship.  maybe a bit of intrigue.  an intrigue that involves a man of sixty-one years old but seemingly twenty-five years old but looking like he is seventy-years old.  lots of thoughts exchanged without words.  harmless thoughts as thoughts are only thoughts but Jack Tait was and is a horny man who wanted to fuck Chloe but respected her enough to engage in conversation but still had the horny thoughts.  Chloe looked at Jack as an older man filled with wisdom.  but a harmless older man.  a nice older man.  a gentle older man.
Jack Tait drank his coffee while attempting to read Bukowski’s Notes of a Dirty Old Man but he could not concentrate.  his mind was on Chloe.  he played the nice guy but wanted to fuck her.  wanted to see her in her panties.  wanted to go back to her place and get drunk and flirt and caress and then drink some more and then kiss and then remove clothing and then touch her vagina while she still wore her panties but without a top.  her small but firm tits bouncing ever so gently.  Jack Tait thought of all of this as he attempted to read.  he thought of long lost fucks and long lost friends.  he thought of his long lost youth and the notion of being an old man in a young man’s game.  he felt depressed as he no longer was attractive to the young hot girl’s.  he could only fuck the old bitter washed up women who were desperate and sad.  fat and bad.  he knew he was still capable of banging these young hot girl’s better and longer than any young punk but that did not make a difference any longer as he just plain looked old.  older than their Dad’s and this was fact.  not fiction.
Jack Tait finished his coffee and said “bye” to Chloe.  She smiled and said “bye” back.
Jack Tait then walked out of the coffee shop and figured he would never see Chloe again.  when Jack Tait was in his thirties and even forties he would have somehow someway got Chloe in the sack but not anymore.  age finally catching up to him.  He could still fuck and still fuck good and fuck long but the young girl’s just did not find him attractive anymore.  he was old.  another fact.  Jack Tait walked away.  walked away from young girl’s.  walked away from old girl’s.  walked away from bars.  walked away from coffee shops.  he walked away from the big bad city and stumbled back to his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  he opened the door and fell onto his purple reclining chair.  he ripped off his clothes and began hammering himself.  he hammered long and he hammered hard.  his eyes closed and his mouth twitching and contouring while his voice was filled with moans and groans.  his thoughts still clearly on Chloe as he continued to hammer away.  twenty-three minutes later Jack Tait finally exploded a big white juicy liquid from his throbbing penis onto his left hand.  he threw it onto the carpet and fell asleep.  a long tough thoughtful emotional day of realizations finally coming to an end.  death another day closer and life still trying to be won.
Chloe finished her shift at the coffee shop and walked home.  she walked in fear as she attempted to escape horny old men and their catcalls and  horny young men with small dicks and small dull minds.  she made it home and drank a glass of wine before calling the young boy she liked for some comfort.
Jack Tait was still asleep but while asleep he had a big red man looking down on him and asking the question, “CAN GUYS AND GIRLS REALLY REALLY BE FRIENDS???”