When it came time for college, 'Ol Girl went out west, where she met and fell in love with one of the most amazing of the male species. I was so pleased when I finally got the chance to meet him when she brought him back home for a summer holiday. The boyfriend and I hit it off immediately, knowing we were both important people in 'Ol Girl's life, and our personalities were so similar, it was almost scary. He still loves to tell {as much as I love to hear} the story of what he first thought of me when he met me. He thought I was a high-class, goody-two shoes with a killer instinct for fashion and vehicles. Mind you, it didn't take more than an additional meeting for him to realize he was highly mistaken. Highly mistaken! I think he loved me even more at that moment, you know in that 'my girlfriend's good crazy ass friend' kind of way.
Once graduated, 'Ol Girl convinced the boy to move back to P-town with her, and this is where they intended to began the next phase of their life together. She would often pick up a few shifts on the local golf course, which just so happens to run along the side of my parents' house, so the dude and I would sit on the patio with some cold 'beverlies' and wait for her to get off work. Three was never a crowd when it came to us, (wow, that sounds amazingly kinky) but the boyfriend would always get overwhelmingly excited when I was about to bring a date out with us. He befriended my man of the month, started thinking of our double weddings, how we'd raise our families together... you know, all the typical freakishly weird stuff that chicks do early on in a relationship....well, 'Ol Girl's boyfriend did that for me. One particular breakup might possibly have caused him a greater heartache than I had myself, and there is still a song to this day, neither one of us can listen to.
Anyhoo, things between 'Ol Girl and the boyfriend started to get rocky, as most things do when you're going through life-changing experiences, such as graduating college and getting a real grown-up job. Unfortunately, I was a safe haven for both of them when it came to venting, getting advice, etc., so I was aware of what was going on from both angles. Never a place I wanted to be, nor asked to be, but was happy to be there for them if they needed me. In coming months, the boyfriend decided that it was time to return back to his hometown and let some of the dust settle for awhile. He and I remained in strong communication and our friendship continuously developed from afar.
When 'Ol Girl learned of how frequently I was and had been communicating with her ex-boyfriend for the seven months since the breakup, she had a few questions and whole lot of confrontation for me. I don't blame her at all, I know I would have done the same thing. All this time, she was thinking that we (me and the ex) had some incredible sexual attraction to one another and they we were working on the hook-up since she was now out of the picture. After a long discussion, a few tears, and maybe more drinks than are normally recommended, I had to let her in on the real scoop.
Sweetie, I would never do that to you. We've been friends for so long, and I value our friendship so much, I could never do anything to hurt you. But I do understand where you're coming from and that you're confused. I do know something that will explain all of this, and it's not my place to say, but I guess I need to now. I've been encouraging him to tell you himself, as a way to help you and him to move on individually, but since this is now causing conflict in my friendship with you, I have to tell you. He's gay!
...And that is how I became BFFE's with my sweet, adorable, sarcastic, witty, cynical, suave, alcoholic Hayden. If you haven't caught on from previous posts, this man-lovin' fella is beyond hilarious and comes up with some of the best reading material I have ever passed my eyes over. He has me in stitches, peeing in my pants, gasping for breath, at least once a day. {I guess I should really start sending him my dry cleaning bill for all those pee stains...} I've often told him that he needs to create a blog of his own, but he's not one for following instructions well, so I've now dedicated some space for him to be a guest blogger on this Train. He will be taking my place once a week to provide you with some over-the-top, out-of-control, completely politically-incorrect material and I couldn't be more excited about it.
Oddly enough, tonight will host a magical event that has been two years in the making. Well actually, it's been one week in the making, but has been on the minds of several people for the past two years. He will finally meet face-to-face with 'Ol Girl for the first time since he walked out the door into a new world he could have never once imagined. They have an arrangement to meet for Happy Hour drinks, in mixed company and reconnect as the friends they once were. (and maybe check out some of the fellas together...) Next week, he will be returning with a rundown of how thing went and then some. Dude, this is so going to be an Oprah special.
But without further ado...please welcome Lane & The Stanga Train's newest addition.
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