I have a friend. We’ll call him… J. Anyway, J and I are celebrating 16 years of friendship this week. I have some friends I’ve stayed in contact with for at least that long, but J and I have a pretty tight friendship. Like, he knows things about my bajingo. He gets updates when my uterus hurts. I know, lucky him.
We used to talk on the phone for hours each week. I’d walk around my neighborhood and we’d shoot the shit. He road tripped with me when I went to my first law school. He was one of the first people I told about moving to Seattle. He put me up while I was taking the bar exam in Florida and helped keep me calm. We’ve spent all night at Disney together in the heat and with crazy people. Even when he thinks I’m doing something batshit insane (getting married to a guy I’d known for 9 months, for example), he just smiles and supports me.
He encourages my craziness and is inappropriate right along with me. We created an account on adultfriendfinder just to see what it was. I was surprised his internet wasn’t cut off when we were investigating a particular group of people who do sick shit. One of my first conversations with him was about penis size. When he came home from class in college I was usually asleep in his bed and he didn’t kick me out. He figured out how to change clothes after a shower without kicking me out. He’s tolerated years of me talking about how hot he is and grabbing his ass.
My life is better for having him in it and I know that whatever life throws at me or at him we’ll always be there for each other.
J – our relationship is now driving age. I can’t wait ’til it can drink! Thanks for all the good times we’ve had and the ones yet to come. Love you!