“I don’t get along with women typically.” -Duchess Bella Lynn De’Lioncourt
Baroness Jade Mira
House of Vega
Last Monday night I sat at a table at Dan’s Tavern with my BFF of 30 years. There were three other women sitting with us. The one seated to my right and I were jabbering away and having a great time. We laughed a lot even though we weren’t particularly close in high school. My BFF was seated to my left. She shook her head at me from time to time while listening in on the conversation that I was having with my new but old friend to my right.
I looked at my BFF of 30 years and stated, ‘I’m a lot like you ya know. Quiet, reserved. A wallflower.’
Her reply, ‘Renee, you’re about as much of a wallflower as an earthquake.’
My BFF of 30 years, new but old friend, the two other women at the table and I laughed until we were nearly in hysterics. BFF was right, I am about as subtle as an earthquake. When I’m in my element. On Monday night, I was not. I still harbor resentment for my hometown and the people I went to high school with. I didn’t fit in then. Don’t now, but that’s okay. It was fun to sit and chat anyway. To get to know someone that I kind of knew. To have them get to know me.
As we were talking I shared a story about an old boyfriend of mine named Brian H. He was the only ‘jock’ I ever went out with in high school. I was a ‘stoner’, ‘drama’, ‘singer’, ‘actor’ girl. The girl who sang in choir, talked too loud, and read books. I didn’t go out with jocks. But Brian, he was nice. And he liked me. He asked me out and I said yes. We dated off and on. Eventually we started ‘going together’. He gave me his baseball shirt to wear. I was a curvy girl, but he was a big guy, so I kinda swam in it. It was the 80’s, I put a belt around my waist and cinched that sucker as tight as I could. I was so proud to be his girl.
One night he took me to a party to meet his friends. I was scared to death. Me, the force of nature that fears nothing was afraid! I was out of my element and I didn’t have my BFF with me. The only girl I’ve ever trusted with my life. I had Brian though, so I hoped I’d be okay. It was so long ago, I don’t even remember where the party was. As we walked to the front door, the hairs prickled on my neck. Brian slipped his hand into mine and gripped it firmly. When we walked in, I smiled at the girls as they looked at me with disdain. We said our hellos and walked to the part of the house where Brian’s friends were. With the boys I felt at ease. Not because of my boobs, ass or what I had between my legs. But because I could drink, cuss, and shoot the shit with them. It was Brian’s turn to be proud of me. He loved the fact that I was not a girly girl.
New but old friend said, ‘you were the fun girl that’s why Brian loved you, and that’s why the guys got along with you.
Yes, but I’ve always gotten along better with men than I have women’, I replied. ‘I could also drink them under the table too.’
BFF and new but old friend laughed. I teared up a little and began to speak as I pointed to my left, ‘My closest friends have always been men, but that woman right there has been my best friend for 30 years. I would trust her with my life and with every secret that I have to tell. She has never judged me and I’ve never judged her. When life falls apart and turns to shit for either one of us, we turn to each other. I love her beyond measure.’
BFF’s eyes misted over and the rest of us at the table were silent.
‘Now it’s time to let all that old stuff go’, my BFF said.
The unshed tears in my eyes dried and I gave a radiant smile. I realized that she was right, it was time to let it go.
BFF and I know we’ll love each other till we’re dead. Seeing as we both believe in the hereafter, we’ll love each other there too. I don’t know if I’m good enough to get into Heaven, but she is. The woman should be sainted.
As for Brian and me, we broke up. I was the one that broke his heart. I don’t even know where he is.
Even at the age of 45, I find that most of my friends are men. There’s Roger Darling, Harry, Rory, Biker Dude, My Little Work Brothers, my nephews, and even a few from Across The Pond.
Laura calls me an earthquake but she is a volcano. And when the two of us combine, we are a force to be reckoned with.
You are very lucky.
Yes, I am. Laura is a great woman and friend.
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It is about the quantity of friends one has but the quality.
You’re quite right my good Sir. You’re quite right.
My better friends are men, I can relate to that. My women friends….well, they are female…. moody, insecure or too self-esteemed, fun, PolyAnna and go where the wind goes, if you know what I mean.
I sure do get you my darling. I sure do.
I can relate to this very easily. I have a few female friends, but my closest friends are and have always been men. Nicely written.
Thanks very much for the kind words. Believe me, I get you when it comes to friendships with men. I don’t know why it’s easier. It just, is.
I’ve been told I have a masculine personality, but I think its because I hate whiny females as much as the next guy lol 😀
I’m right there with ya. I even sound like a man. Lol!
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Thanks very much for the kind words. Believe me, I get you when it comes to friendships with men. I don’t know why it’s easier. It just, is.
This Rory must be a lucky man – he must feel very happy to have you in his life.
All I know is I’m very lucky to have him in my life. I can’t imagine where I’d be without him.
Love, Nae
I can relate also. It’s only now in middle age that I am allowing myself to trust a few females. Friendship with males is more straightforward and less angsty.
I’m with you darling.
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Oh honey, thank you so much!!!!!
You deserve it 🙂
Thanks. And so do you.
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That’s so sweet!
Thanks darling. ❤
You’re a guys girl. I knew it!
Of course I am. I even sound like a man. Giggle.
I got a sentimental swirling in my stomach reading this. Nice.
Thanks so much for the kind comment my dear. That was exactly what I was going for when I wrote it.
Love, Renee
A kindred friend and soul sistah is what I find in this post. I too grew up with mostly male friends, just one of the guys. I think it is the strong direct types that can shoot the shit, and call the bull so well that walk this line. Which was only occasionally a curse in the rare incidences where my affections slid over the edge. When you’re one of the guys, you’re one of the guys. And my second husband used to call me his “Girly Girl”, a tongue in cheek pet name. But for all my male friends in the world I too wouldn’t trade that for one moment with my BFF.
Welcome and I’m so glad you can identify.
I have fallen over the edge a time or two. I have loved a many friend, but have found that there’s no way it would have ever worked out. We knew far too much about each other.
I like how your second husband called you girly girl. Sometimes it’s nice to be treated as such. But secretly, I like being the bawdy woman in the room. Wink, wink.
As for my BFF, she grounds me. And I make her fly. She and I are symbiotic. Sure nuff.
Love, Renee
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