Play Date!

No, silly, not the kids.  My husband is doing a film project with my very dear (male) friend from college, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.  Oh, make no mistake, he's DOING the project.  It's good for him and he needs to do something creative to remind him of why we've been going through four years of hellishness while he goes to school.  I'm just not sure if I like my husband and my buddy playing together without yours truly.
It's not like there is any scandalous behavior between K and I.  In fact typing the very IDEA of scandalous behavior between us makes me shudder.  Not that K isn't attractive (he's freaking ADORABLE, but very taken), but I haven't thought that way about him since I was fresh out of all girls school and he had a mullet.  I know what you are thinking, but it was COOL then.  And I am reasonably certain my crush was unrequited, as K's better half is a lovely gentleman, whom I adore almost as much as K.  So, nope, no skeletons I am worried about Mike finding out.  Mike even knows that I used to stalk, I mean casually walk past, the store K worked at when we both worked in the same mall.  Which was totally a coincidence and it wasn't like there were tons of malls where we were living.  I swear on a stack of Kate Spade purses that I did not obtain a job to stalk a cute boy.  If you really know me, that is HUGE.  I <3 Kate Spade.
And it's not that I am worried that K will find out how socially inept my husband can be.  He already knows.  And seeing as Mike has won a local Emmy (it has a much longer title, but it boils down to a student Emmy) K knows Mike knows what he is doing with a camera.  And K knows that Mike thinks I am pretty damn awesome, so he's good with Mike's awkwardness. 
I think I'm worked up because K is MINE.  Not OURS.  Mike and I have been together for a long time (since high school), but we had a brief period that we broke up.  That's when I met K and we spent too much time doing community college theatre and drinking too much coffee in the local Denny's and me gagging over his clove cigarettes.  K is part of a brief period in my history where I was just Jenn, not JennandMike, or JennMikeJakeAbbyAidanandHarry.
I'm glad the boys in my life get along.  I really, truly am.  I am so incredibly thankful that I married a man who is smart enough to accept that I have remained friends with a man I had a (brief) crush on.  Lots of men are cretins about that kind of thing.  And I am blessed to have a friend from almost twenty years ago who is still around and keeps up with me and my family.  It's a pretty rare thing.  I'm just not sure if I like them playing without me.