I have several platonic relationships.
Some I am happy about being as they are because the girls in question are really cool and I get on with them even though I don't fancy them. This doesn't mean we sit around discussing shoes, ill fitting bras, PMT and erogenous zones, but we can discuss more meaningful subjects such as music, films, art and the difference between the air speed velocity of the African and European swallow.
Others are platonic because the girls in question are either 'out of bounds' (hooked up, married or gay) or just out of my league. Doesn't stop me fancying them like hell, just means I have to sit on my hands and keep the whole thing in the realms of fantasy.
Which is sometimes better than reality.
None of the above stops me from being fully aware of the implications of taking a relationship from being platonic to full hard core, headboard busting, whips and chains, swinging from the chandelier status.
Just as long as both parties are aware of 'The Rules' then bring on the Richard Cleyderman CD, candle-bra and smoochy dinner for two scenario anytime. Not many girls can resist a prawn cocktail, steak and chips, black forest gateau dinner washed down with a bottle of Black Tower liebfraumilch!
I is dead posh, me!
Knight