In an early chapter to her book I Don’t Care About Your Band, Julie Klausner wholeheartedly subscribes to the philosophy that if there’s one thing a woman should always have, it’s a gay (male) friend. Supposedly, they provide the necessary empathy minus the hormonal cling.
I don’t know any gay men well enough to go whimpering on their shoulders about heartbreaks and bad days. I also don’t consider myself as dramatic and emotional as I imagine Klausner to be (at least after reading her book). Maybe her gay friends compliment her personality?
But I do have an alternative.
This is my Number 2, or, as the running gag goes… my Fake-Gay Best Friend, otherwise known in this blog as The Other AC. I met him one summer about three years ago in a Silver Spring coffee shop. He’s a little older and a lot wiser than me. He’s, how you say?… the one who walks ahead in the dark, there to alert me to the dangers and shifting maneuvers ahead.
It’s a good quality to have in at least one person you know. And in our gang, we don’t tend to be a vocal group as far as heavy conversations go, with the rare exceptions of that first, late night at Johneroo as we sit around the fire drinking and half-asleep (that’s when our defenses are down!).
Despite his reluctance to have his picture taken (one of many of running gags), I post this one taken (not by me) at a friend’s wedding last month. He’s come a long way from that slouchy tall kid I remember. The one with the fro and the giant headphones habitually strung around his neck. Plus, it’s just a good picture.
Today he turns 32. And, maybe that’s an age that will make my other friends panic when they reach it, The Other AC doesn’t seem bothered by it, kind of like the way Klausner welcomes it at the end of her book. You spend a lot of time in your 20s running around with your hands out in front of you, not really too aware. By your 30s, you have the advantage of reflection to determine your threshold.
I’ve wished you Happy Birthday too many times already, but… Happy Birthday, Old Man!
* My Number 2 shares a birthday with another important person in the cast of characters that is the life of Dweebcentric — Tom. To avoid getting too saccharine, I merely post a brief clip from an old favorite, wishing Tom a birthday free of Jive Turkeys! Everyone could use one of those, too.