I miss my old blog. I know, I am getting out the the old–and in the with new. While idly browsing my old content, I decided that I can bring some of it forward. I guess, I am having a hard time letting go.
So, I decided to republish an older post. New me still loves my best friend, so I shall re-introduce him. Enjoy.
Best Friend is coming into town.
This is a unique situation. We met and were probably suppose to get into a zone that was opposite of the friend zone. We were attracted to each other initially—I am sure my charm didn’t scream across the room..”Hey come talk to me because I am a nice person…”
Side note: Contrary to popular belief… you aren’t initially attracted to someone based on their personality. That may be something that keeps you… but you walked across that room… or entertained that conversation because something about them physically struck a note with you.
Excuse my digression… we were suppose to initially hit it off physically. He is a very attractive young man if I must say so myself… but we ended up in the friend zone. We laugh, we joke, we can hang out together and most importantly we can tell each other the down right truth. He knows real names, real dates, real experiences. He was the emergency call when a date was going bad, he was the one who slipped condoms in my purse before I left the house on a date, he knew it ALL.
He even knows real NUMBERS. You know THE number. The number that EVERY GIRL divides by 3, adds 5, subtracts 7 just to get to what she thinks will be a semi-acceptable number to tell a future husband. Best Friend knows the REAL number, and sometimes has to remind you of the few you forgot.
Well…. On with the story…everyone has that ONE NIGHT. That night where you are balling your eyes out because Mr. Asshole is living up to his name, he stood you up for the millionth time or Mr. Unavailable is.. Unavailable. Mr. Married is with his wife… Mr. Whore has an STD and no matter how good the sex is, you aren’t willing to risk your own health.
Whatever the case is… you have that ONE NIGHT where you are in need. You have an itch you want to scratch. You need a shoulder to cry on. You just NEED SOMEONE. And who comes to the rescue?? Best Friend.
Needless to say… it was AH-MAY-ZING. Mind blowing. Earth shattering. He KNOWS YOU. He takes his time with you…. Or he blows your back out like he just got out of jail. Regardless of HOW ya’ll got down…. The point is you got down.
Is this taboo? Of course it is… Best Friend has now gone past his duties as a best friend. Or is it in the job description?
Good listener? Check
Advice Giver? Check
Chick-flick watcher? Check
3 am waffle house run? Check
Fill in when you really need sex? Provide you with an orgasm? Remind you why you took gymnastics growing up? Check. Check. Double Check.
Is the friendship ever the same? Can you ever back track and never travel down that road again?? I am sure there are people out there that can pretend like it never happened. Personally…. I remember ALL THE TIME. We joke about it. We laugh and say, at least when we both are facing our mid-30s alone and are actually considering marrying each other… we know that we are good to go in the bedroom. “We test drove the car before we purchased….”
The lines are blurred… and dammit.. ALL I can think as I sit here and write this blog patiently waiting for him to get into town is….
Thank goodness I waxed… Just in case.