*Jill arrives home from a date*
Lill: *Raises eyebrows* So you’re back…
Lill: Did you have a good time corrupting my little brother?
Jill: Pff, yeah, me and my wild cougar ways…
Lill: Well at least you’re home early…wait…why are you home early?
Jill: *Sigh* Here’s my theory on that one: It seems that the longer the affiliation with your object of interest’s familial relations, the lower you rank on the scale of desirability – I suspect this is due to the intense similarities that unavoidably develop.
Lill: What was the telling moment?
Jill: Well, it could have been when he commented on the number of single men around us while putting my sweater over my shoulders, or perhaps when he introduced me as his ‘sister’s friend’ to a group of coworkers, but nope, I think the last vodka-infused-straw was when he left me at the door with a hug and kiss on the forehead, his parting words, ‘Gee Jill, it was really cool hanging out with you tonight, it reminded me of when Lill used to come home on weekends’.
Lill: Platonic inevitability eh?
Jill: So it would seem – He did, however, confess to having a crush on me when we were still in university.
Lill: Ah yes, but being mindful of the scale, that was when your measure of desirability was much higher.
Jill: Right, and seeing as ‘hot Jill’ has effectively been exiled to Siberia with the advent of our cohabitation, dating me is now equivalent to incest.
Lill: Well, look at it this way; in losing a potential lover, life partner and mate you’ve gained someone who will fix your car, sneak you booze at family gatherings and share with you stories of their bodily functions.
Jill: *Sigh* As long as I don’t have to help him with his paper route…