Will you be my friend?

We all go through life choosing different paths, different lifestyles and different friends. What is the definition of friendship? Well the dictionary says, “Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more beings.” Ok…fair enough. My definition is as follows… Someone who will be there for you through thick and thin. Someone who’ll take the good with the bad and listen….just listen. Someone who will provide you with the feeling that you are important, cared about and will give advice when needed. A “wing man” if you will. That is my friend. Friends come and go all the time. But there is usually a sign things are going poorly or something really blows up…and you part ways. I had a friend once….a really good one….so I thought. He moved to the states to be with his pregnant girlfriend who was good friends with my girlfriend. I followed suit 3 months later. Neither of us could work yet….so we hung out every day while the girls were at work. Our days consisted of Slurpee’s and Play Station. My girlfriend and I, crossed the border one day to visit my family. We received a call from my friend back in the U.S. He was calling to tell me that he was getting married…..that evening and wanted me to come be his best man. I was shocked and very excited. We cut our visit with my family short and headed back to the states. About a year later my friend and his new wife and their daughter moved back to Canada….he asked if I would help him move. Of course I helped. Months went by….and it was my turn. I was getting married. I asked my friend to be my best man…the answer was yes. So, there I was in my suit, my Bride to be in her white dress, my family and hers had traveled to be there. The JP was there, the whole thing was set. But wait…where’s my best man? I called him that morning, he said he was coming…..what the hell? I finally heard from him 1 hour before the wedding….”Sorry dude, I can’t make it.” Nice. So, I had my uncle step in. Fucking bullshit! So much so that I’m still pissed about it 5 years later. I never had a stag party….never had a surprise birthday party….never had a threesome…(just saying)….and now…no best man. Fuck you Jeff. I’ve had many acquaintances through my 27 years….but no real true friends. So…..Will you be my friend?

Quote of the day: If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.