True Confessions and Crochet
Pookie is the love of my life and my best friend. We talk, we laugh, we cry, we cuddle, we argue, we make up. TDDUP, we say…’til death do us part.
But sometimes I want the company of an altogether different kind of man, another love-of-my-life-best-friend kind of guy. Enter BGB – Best Gay Boyfriend.
I did most of my growing up in a very small town. I went to elementary, junior high, and the first year of high school with almost all the same people I met on my first day in kindergarten. We were a class numbering only 40-some, so we all knew each other and that was something. I had a handful of very close friends.
When I was 14 my parents divorced. Mimo decided to return to her alma mater for grad school, so she and I moved to Big Town.
Can you spell “culture shock”? From 40-some I went to 400-some in my class, not just in the school. I had left behind my confidantes and daily companions. I felt lost and alone. It was hard to make new friends because I’d never had to; with few exceptions, I’d known all my friends all my life. My grades fell. I was no longer the best at anything. Suddenly high school sucked.
Still, I made it through to summer and something wonderful happened: I met BGB. We were members of the chorus in the local amateur theater’s summer musical. I made a lot of friends that summer, but BGB is the one who’s stayed in my life through thick and thin.
I could tell you why every woman needs her own BGB, or you could Google it for yourself. (Seriously…search “why every woman needs a gay best friend.”)
I only need one reason to love BGB: Because he’s my BGB. He was my shoulder to cry on when other boys broke my heart. He was my frequent date for college parties. He was my relentless prank partner and foe. He gets my twisted humor and dishes out plenty himself. He’s been witness to my greatest victories and my deepest sadness.
What does Pookie think about this other man in my life? He thinks of BGB the same way he thinks of all our closest friends: We will always be in each other’s lives. Nothing and no one can change that.
Like I said, TDDUP.
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