I feel like a horrible person and like the lowest of people. I was talking to a guy about a common interest and I was happy to see another person liked it. There was nothing flirtatious between us and we just spoke about things we liked since we had a bit in common.
I told my other friend about this, and she went “isn’t our (common)friend in a talking stage with him? I don’t know.” I was confused as I thought they were only friends and I told her that to which she went “oh, probably they are.” I felt fine after she said that as her and the girl are close friends and brushed it off, thinking I don’t like this guy like that anyway.
The next time me and him talked I’d said maybe a 3 messages a bit bluntly/rude but it was light-hearted and I feel like in my heart that’s my awkward way of flirting like “bro shush”.
I don’t even like him and I feel like a piece of shit looking for attention now that I look back. I never said anything outright flirtatious but this still feels horrible.
At the time I didn’t think anything was wrong as I did just think my friend and him were friends. I WISH I had just asked around more and found out because the idea they actually are now is making me so worried. Then i told my other friend a day later how we’d been talking about a show we both liked and i was surprised, to which she said “aren’t him and our friend talking?” As in like talking stage talking. Again, I told her they were friends but thought even if they were talking nothing wrong happened as I didn’t flirt with him. I don’t like him like that, infact I prefer girls. But later on in the day, a sort of panic hit me. Had I been flirting with him????? What if she was actually talking to him? Even if I didn’t think they were before I still feel like a piece of shit. Obviously I’m not going to talk to him ever again but god I’ll feel so guilty every time I talk to her or her friends. I don’t want to be a home wrecker. I don’t know if I’m being dramatic but I feel so depressed I can barely get up and only sleep. I just fuck everything up. I want to be a good person so bad but it feels like everything I do counters that subconsciously.
The idea of this even just barely counting as homewrecking or borderline is making me go insane I can’t accept even that