Happy new year! Everything’s different but not really: My girl crush got buried under many lovely Christmas gifts and I found the six lost pounds again, somewhere under the Christmas tree. Very well. Speaking of gifts: My very straight father nonetheless adores the Mamma Mia musical and thought it a wonderful idea to share this precious love with his precious daughter: He bought me the DVD and succeeded: I joined him on the ABBA train.
And this song of them, along with being home for Christmas and meeting many old friends, got me thinking and sentimental. I discovered that I’m truly blessed with my friends: They gave me mix-tapes and hugs when I needed them, called me when I should have called them, and thought of me better than I deserved sometimes. We made it through jealousy, envy and competitiveness, through weeks of silence and drunken down laughter. I really should cherish them more.
But (there’s always a but, isn’t it) I discovered, too, that I still lack one type of friend. I mean, it’s common knowledge that every girl needs a gay best friend! And mine should be of the female variety (the other one I have and love): The one who’s not interested in McDreamy but the dream that is Izzy Stevens. The one I am not in love with and who’s not in love with me. But, and that’s the important but: The one that understands my kind of love.
I’m a bit lost here, because I never consciously looked for a friendship. I always felt that they just kind of happened. Some were growing fast, some took their time, but they always developed because s/he and I clicked, because we “recognized” each other in a way. I probably see at least a little bit of me in every one of my friends and vice versa and this sense of “another self” holds us together, but it’s the differences that “spice up” the friendship and help us complement each other. Every serious friendship I have follows its own rules and I can’t really see a pattern evolving. Some are challenging bordering on exhausting, some are comforting and soothing, some are fresh, some are long-lived, some are exciting, some are delightfully boring. With some friends it’s quite obvious why we feel drawn to each other (same humour, same guilty pleasures, same past, same vague values), but with others I don’t seem to have that much in common on first glance, but there’s this deep mutual fondness.
Where can I get such a wonderful relationship with a gay girl? On Ebay? In my local bookstore? Through bar-hopping? Waving a rainbow-flag at every arriving ship at the port? Either way, I will start looking.
The most convenient thing, of course: One of my straight friends suddenly has a coming out! Very unlikely that that will happen again (yes, there was one, but she was of the girlfriend material and that’s what she is now, so she can’t be the best gay friend, as well) but I will start giving “The L word” dvds as birthday presents. (Not season three obviously.) Who else than Tibette could help me change their minds?
