The Pact

So, a few weeks ago I was texting with one of my guy friends.
All the convo was normal, and then he threw in a text reading "I've got a deal for you, if we both end up single and 40 we will end up together."
I was ridiculously caught off guard and responded with "Bahhahahaha, where the hell did that come from?! Are you drinking?" I never got a reply back, but I knew he was.
The next night after I had been drinking, I replied back with "Yes, but only if we can move it to 35."
I then told him that he would regret that text in the morning.
Never heard anything back.

This morning, at 6:10, I get a sad text from him saying that he hates being alone.
I told him that I understand.
He went on to just ramble off a few more things, and then brought up the pact again.
I told him that as long as we can move it to 37 (I compromised) I would, because the age 40 makes me super depressed.
He agreed.
Then I thanked him for texting me when he was going to bed at that time (I think he was drinking), because I forgot to set my alarm so I would have been super late to work.

Good new is that it looks like if we're both still alone in 11 years, I won't have to die alone.

The odds of me still being alone will be great, but I doubt he will have a problem.

Of course he has no idea that I would rather not wait that long.

I'm just going to chalk this up to him having bat shit crazy ideas when he's drinking, and him not realizing that he will more than likely regret everything when he is sober.

As for me, I'm just going to push all of this to the back of my head, and try not to think about it anymore.
It'll all be easier that way.

Now I'll go drink my sorrows away at the bar, well, in only a few drinks because I'm driving.
I don't play them games.

Yep,
Bamf