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Dear Bor,
I love you, you know that. You've been one of my best friends since we met on the very first day of high school- two out-of-towners lost in the halls. For over seven years now we've laughed together and fought together. It's been give-and-take. We're perfectly comfortable with each other, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
We're a funny pair, you and I. I adore your wife as much as you do, and your happiness makes me very happy. There's no lie in that. I'm thrilled that you've found someone who makes you a better person, and I'm extatic it's such a pure feeling in me. I look forward to babysitting your children... even if I hope you wait a bit longer before having them. Jess makes you a better, happier, more-focused person. I'm sure you do the same to her. You're in love, just like Becky and TC.
For some silly reason, though, you think this means I need to be in love too.
You did catch the word "silly," right?
So now you are trying to "hook me up" with friends of yours. One friend in particular. He's nice, yes, I'll give you that. He has nice hair and a terrific smile. He's funny, and we get along.
I just don't see myself falling in love with him. Do I see us being friends? Of course. Getting along? Wonderfully. Hanging out? I hope so. Being in love? No.
You've known me so long! You know what I look for in men, you know how I act, you know my sense of humor, my girly personality, and everything there is to know. You've helped me calm down when I thought I would burst, and you've been there when I couldn't stand it. And yet you don't understand why I've never been a big dater.
Damnit, Bor, I relate every guy I meet to you. Every time I see a guy talk about animals, I see you swallowing a live goldfish. Everytime I hear a man quote Blazing Saddles, you're burying yourself in a snowdrift. The softest hair relates to your brillo-pad of curls and no matter how I look at it, every guy is just as odd as you.
You're one of my best friends, and I love you, but I wouldn't shag you. When I see them and relate to you, how could I date them?
I never recall telling you what I look for in a man. I can't ever think of a time when you asked, or I offered up the information. You just know. Tall, wavy hair- brown, of course, no blondes- brown eyes too. You know I'm a sucker for a sense of humor, and you even chose someone with a good profession. He even came to meet me at a fair, when I was sweaty, working, and over-tired.
You suck, because you know me so well. I suck, because I can't know myself so well. You suck, because you find guys. I suck, because I can't get past platonic love for them.
as always,
Toasty
I love you, you know that. You've been one of my best friends since we met on the very first day of high school- two out-of-towners lost in the halls. For over seven years now we've laughed together and fought together. It's been give-and-take. We're perfectly comfortable with each other, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
We're a funny pair, you and I. I adore your wife as much as you do, and your happiness makes me very happy. There's no lie in that. I'm thrilled that you've found someone who makes you a better person, and I'm extatic it's such a pure feeling in me. I look forward to babysitting your children... even if I hope you wait a bit longer before having them. Jess makes you a better, happier, more-focused person. I'm sure you do the same to her. You're in love, just like Becky and TC.
For some silly reason, though, you think this means I need to be in love too.
You did catch the word "silly," right?
So now you are trying to "hook me up" with friends of yours. One friend in particular. He's nice, yes, I'll give you that. He has nice hair and a terrific smile. He's funny, and we get along.
I just don't see myself falling in love with him. Do I see us being friends? Of course. Getting along? Wonderfully. Hanging out? I hope so. Being in love? No.
You've known me so long! You know what I look for in men, you know how I act, you know my sense of humor, my girly personality, and everything there is to know. You've helped me calm down when I thought I would burst, and you've been there when I couldn't stand it. And yet you don't understand why I've never been a big dater.
Damnit, Bor, I relate every guy I meet to you. Every time I see a guy talk about animals, I see you swallowing a live goldfish. Everytime I hear a man quote Blazing Saddles, you're burying yourself in a snowdrift. The softest hair relates to your brillo-pad of curls and no matter how I look at it, every guy is just as odd as you.
You're one of my best friends, and I love you, but I wouldn't shag you. When I see them and relate to you, how could I date them?
I never recall telling you what I look for in a man. I can't ever think of a time when you asked, or I offered up the information. You just know. Tall, wavy hair- brown, of course, no blondes- brown eyes too. You know I'm a sucker for a sense of humor, and you even chose someone with a good profession. He even came to meet me at a fair, when I was sweaty, working, and over-tired.
You suck, because you know me so well. I suck, because I can't know myself so well. You suck, because you find guys. I suck, because I can't get past platonic love for them.
as always,
Toasty