ace dating your aro/ace best friend
eat as much garlic as you want bc nobody’s kissing nobody later
irl complaining about smut fic taking over everything
forehead smooches whenever
irl conversations about actor’s looks based on a scale of “looks like a potato” to “idk that’s a p pleasing face”
in addition, saying “that person’s face is super super aesthetic look at that symmetry” and not getting weird looks
getting to use air quotes when referring to an old “crush”
out of the dating scene forever
no worries about pressure for sex or worries that the other person might want sex bc you both know you’re hecka not attracted to each other
separate beds, one bed, different rooms, share a room, whatever, no problem, can do either, who cares, no one that’s who it’s never awkward
twice the pet name possibilities (babe, friend, pal, dummy, dear, darling, bestie)
mutually confused over sex scenes in movies and fastforwarding through the longer ones
saying “i love you” whenever
the scary kinds of republicans think we’re sisters
date nights end in video games
“so when are you two adorable single ladies gonna get boyfriends”
twice the chances to miss sexual innuendos
her students think we’re lesbians having hot lesbian sex which is more awkward and hilarious than a real con
idk we have fights about sandwiches but that’s more of an us thing than an ace thing