Good friends are hard to find

E is a good guy. He's funny (as long as you like sarcasm), bright, and a mensch. He knows more about Tiger Woods than I would ever have thought necessary. He's a BoSox fan and a Cowboys fan (ICK! BLECH!), and a good father. And he looooves cheesy 70's music. He was put through the ringer by a nasty divorce, and is on his way to healing.


What E needs more than anything else is a friend.

After talking to him for a month, I realized how much I miss my guy friends. In my late 20's I spent a lot of time hanging out with some amazing guys, but haven't spoken to many of them in a while -- either because they went off and got married, I moved, or we drifted apart. [some of those I'm working on 'finding' again.] I miss going to baseball games, trying new restaurants, flirting even though we knew nothing would ever come of it, and just hanging out. I have worked hard to keep up with a few of you (you know who you are), and always smile when an email pops up or the phone rings.

I must admit that being one of the guys backfired more than once, when I liked a guy but he didn't look at me "that way" any more. Sigh. Story of my life.

Girlfriends are vital (and it took me a long time to appreciate the fabulous ladies in my life), but guy friends are too important to overlook.

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Anonymous said…
True dat (to all of the above).
11:14 AM
Anonymous said…
Thanks for being a friend.

E
7:40 AM
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