Today I saw a very good friend from my past. And although it had been years since we had seen each other, it was as if no space had come between us... and even though that is a fantastic thing, it made me sad. because I realized, that I don't have any friends of that caliber anymore.
Sure...I have the friends I hang out with... have dinner with...watch "Dirt" with... but what has happened to the best friend? The do anything for you, by your side no matter what, defends you during the drunken bar fight "best" friend?? The answer I'm afraid, is sadder than the question.....
Drum roll please....... it's marriage
Being the token gay man in a group is fun... you tell the best stories. Have the best party's. Help all your hags buy fabulous jeans, burn them fabulous dance Cd's, and decorate their fabulous new town homes. This is all fine and dandy. Until their biological clock goes off...
Last Friend Syndrome... or L.F.S... that's my name for it. You know, you go out on endless nights to the straight bars, drink too many Cosmopolitan on the rocks just to be able to dance to the crappy music. All along thinking in the back of your head... "One day I might actually make it to a gay bar!"
Before you know it, you've watched all your friends, one by one, meet a man... get married...and move to a suburban land far, far, away... Leaving you with a smaller group...an ever smaller group....till poof! You are eventually on your own.
I know that this may all sound tragic and dramatic... I am a fag after all... But a guy has to wonder how exactly he is supposed to meet his Mr. Right when everyone else has flown the coop?
I love my friends, don't get me wrong.. and believe me...there's not a one of em I'd want to trade places with... I guess I just miss them...I guess it's true what they say.... people just look at friendships in different ways.
The moral of the story: No one needs your * fabulous* opinion once their jeans have an elastic waistband....
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