Your Best Friend

Euty:

No sweat…I have lots of acquaintances but haven’t got loads of friends, either, and I don’t consider this a terrible, pitiable condition. Of the two guys I would consider “close friends,” both of whom I met in college over 20 years ago, one lives in Northern California, and the other is about to move to Seattle…the other side of the continent.

As a Straight Dope Moderator, though, you have heaps of Raw Power. Better than friendships any day. I envy YOUR bony ass.

The sex thing, though, is bad. You should be having more sex.

I have a lot of different people that I called my best friend at different times. First there was Katie. She is just so fun loving and funny and goofy and I could never be bored when I was with her. She also happened to live right down the street from me. But then she moved to New York and a lot of things changed. We still have the same friendshaip and we have an amazing time when we see each other, except now its more like once a year than once a day.

And then there is Natan. He is probably the funniest person I have ever known. I don’t think there was ever a second I spent with him when I wasn’t laughing hysterically for one reason or another. And I would also tell him absolutely everything. We had this perfect trust and we just had the best time together. And now he’s off to college.

Next would be Ravid. The person who I love. We can talk forever and ever and never get bored because each other’s company is enough. He is also another one who is always making me laugh. A sense of humor is the most important trait in a friend. But 3 weeks from now he is leaving for Israel.

Sigh, this really does suck.

My best friend is Kathryn an ex-girlfriend. We have no secrets, are in constant communication (though we can go without it and pick up again without missing a beat), always support each other, are there to buy chocolates for when we’re down, give massages to when we’re tense, giggle like schoolgirls after dates, discuss everything and anything from fantasies to passing fancies to the worries of the world, to shop together, etc etc

I’m working on writing something up about it.

Just didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you.

Thanks, ChrisCTP! I think pretty damn highly of you too.

I have made more friends on this board than I can count, or even begin to list. I wish I could explain it to my husband. He sometimes gets this “but you’ve never met these people” thing going on. To that I say, “So? They’re still my friends.”

I do have a best friend IRL, though. Her name is Lynne (those at the Dopefest at my house may remember her). She’s about 20 years older than me, and she is one of the sharpest, funniest, warmest people I’ve ever met. She reminds me so much of my mom it’s uncanny (in fact, she’s met my mom, and they hit it off extremely well. Not a big shocker there). I love her to bits, and I’d be lost without her. She’s been my rock through some tough times, and my biggest cheerleader when the good stuff is going on. Oh, and she knows about all of you, and while she’s never read the board as far as I know, she thinks you guys are hysterical. :smiley:

I could never forget OsipMand. This man has really got a heart of gold… I love you my friend… Thank you for always being there…

Angkins, or Angie as I call her have been the best of friends fro about 14 years now. She was going out with my little brother in grade 9, and I was in grade 11, going out with psycho-dave. Double dated all summer, then school started, Andie and I were both at the same high school, and we dumped those losers within a week of each other. We were at a pizza place after a school dance, and we sent them each a ‘Shitley Temple’ - MAN we thought we were funny!!

Ange is a rock - I dont always agree with everything she does, and I tell her so. She always has my support though. SHe has listened to me cry about Mom alot, and she listens, then she makes me tea, and I can go on a while longer.

Mom takes comfort in the fact that I have her in my life. Besides me, Frankie loves her more than anyone in the world. If anything happened to me, I would want him to be raised by her, I cant think of a better endorsement.

If she dies, I get her dog.

Bah! I am tired.

It was a Shirley Temple, not shitley, and I meant Angie, not Andie.

Whats funny is that my brothers name is Andy, and I am always doing that, calling Angie Andy, and Andy Angie.

Drives Andy’s wife bonkers!! :smiley:

My best friends name is Shannon and we became friends after my best friend moved across the country. We can tell each other anything and talk forever or just spend hours on the phone not speaking at all. We’re interested in almost all of the same things and have a great time no matter what we do. The true test of our friendship is happening right now. I’ve left for college and she’s still a senior in high school. With our schedules it’s hard to catch each other and we’re both making new friends (she was mainly friends with people who graduated) but we’re doing are best to keep in touch. I miss her terribly (and at times I worry that she’ll find a new best friend). She’s truly been the best friend I’ve ever had and I dont know what I’d do without her.

My other best friend is Jarrod. He says he doesnt believe in “best friends” but he says I’m a very good friend (he’s in denial :slight_smile: I’m the best friend he’s got) He got me interested in anime and many other things and is just so much fun to be around, he always makes me laugh. I miss him too, though I do get to talk to him more than Shannon.

My best friend is Cindy Lou. That is not really her name, but it is what I have always called her. I think I got it from the “Grinch That Stole Christmas” thing. Anyway, Cindy and I have been best friends since I was 15 and she was 14. She is awesome.

Cindy loves me. She supports me even when she isn’t convinced that I know what I am doing. She tells me when she thinks I am screwing up, but in such a way that I know that even if I ignore her advice, she will still love me. She feeds my cats when I go away, and a few years ago when I was on Maui during a blizzard in my town, she four-wheel drived to my house and made sure that my babies had food and water. Because she knows they are my children to me. She married a man who is one of my other best friends. Although I don’t think that my opinion was any kind of deciding factor in this decision, the fact that she married a man who fit quite comfortably into our little love-fest just indicates how in tune we are.

When the phone rings and it is Cindy calling, I know that it is her before I answer. Flame that if you like, but it is true. When she is having a bad night or I am, chances are that the other of us will wake up and be upset too. This has been so consistant over the years that we don’t hesitate to call each other at 3am if one of us is awake. Not even once has one of us called the other in the middle of the night and not found the other awake.

I never, ever want to face this world without Cindy. She is my rock, my goofygirl, the only person in my life who accepts me as I am, without reservations. I may not be sure that she will like everything about me, but of all the things I am sure of in my life, I am the most sure that no matter what, she loves me and always will.

I am a very, very lucky woman.

I have a couple very special people I call my best friends.

This first is my cousin Eric. We have been best friends since we were 5. We have grown up together and shared so much. Even though I don’t get to talk to him much anymore (he is in CO and I am in VA) I think about him everyday and talk to him every chance I get.

My mom is also one of my best friends and I miss her everyday (she is in CO too). She has always been a very supportive mom and friend. I talk to her every week! She is a very strong and beautiful person that sacrificed a lot so I could have a wonderful childhood. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My BF is great. We talk about everything and have so much fun together. He has gotten me interested in things I never knew existed! He makes me feel very smart, beautiful, safe and makes me laugh. I am very lucky to have him.

Last is my best female friend. (You know who you are) I have been friends with her for 3 years now and I don’t know how I would have made it through without her. She is smart, beautiful, caring and just basically wonderful. I can tell her anything and everything. She has been there for me when I have been depressed and happy and never once have I felt like our friendship has wavered. I hope she knows I would do anything for her. I can’t imagine ever losing my friendship with her.

I have been best friends with Pam since we were little kids. Although people are always mistaking us for sisters because we look so much alike, we are actually very opposite.

She believes in ESP and dream warnings and other hocus pocus crap. She has a temper that would scare the living shit out of anyone (although she is only 5’2" and weighs about 105). She is psycho woman! (maybe one day I will create a thread of the many things she has done.)

I think her supernatural crap is. . . . well. . . . CRAP. I am very even tempered and would only scare the shit out of someone if I was very, very pissed. That only happens about once every 10 years.

Our taste in men are completely different. She loves the color purple (puke) and decorates her house in earthtones. I like pink, green and blue and decorate my house in lace and flower prints. We make fun of each others houses.

She drives a big, old, black full size Blazer that you can hear a mile away. It smells like stinky feet. I drive a little, white, Chrysler Labaron Convertible that smells like peach air freshener.

She eates fast food damn near every night, she calls what I eat “rabbit food”. I think she has a skewed opinion of almost everything. She thinks I am too skeptic.

I love to hike, ride bikes, and swim. She would rather camp, drive her Bronco, and she is afraid of water.

She thinks I am dumb for being afraid of moths, I think she is dumb for being afraid of spiders.

I could go on all night, but I won’t.

In spite of all these differences, no one knows me the way she does. We have been through three divorces, pregnancies, four kids, diapers, teenagers, boyfriends, deaths, crying, laughing, good times, bad times, EVERYTHING!

She was there for me when I needed someone to go with me to meet an online friend for the first time (after talking for a year or so). He was flying to Colorado from New Jersey and then taking the train to Utah because he wanted to see the Rockies. His train was scheduled to pull in at 3:00 A.M. She stayed up all night with me, met him, and then she went to work at 6:00 a.m. It was just one of those things we do for each other without reservation.

She knows that she can call me day or night no matter the time and cry on my shoulder or tell me some good news. I know I can do the same to her.

She only lives done the street and we both know that each others house is open at all hours.

The only reason I haven’t told her about this place is that her beliefs and her feisty temper would not go over well on this board. Although I would probably not agree with anything she said, I would come to her defense with a vengence and all hell would break lose. It is better she doesn’t know. :slight_smile:

You know, I’ve been trying to think of a poignant, eloquent summary of my best friend. Something to do her the justice she deserves. Whatever I write, I will think of something better after I post, so here goes:

We have completely different lives. She is immersed in being a preschool/special ed teacher, with a husband and three kids. Her life is very busy. I’m single with a totally different lifestyle from her. You would think that we wouldn’t have much in common, but that’s not true.

First of all, there’s the memories that we share. So many that we could talk for eternity and still have new things to come up with. From growing up together, going to high school together, going to college together, we have never lost touch. When our lives veered sharply off course of each other’s, we still were close. We fight like sisters, but I think that’s a compliment to our relationship.

No one else knows the things that she knows about me and the things I have gone through (and vice versa). I have been there (on the phone) when she was in labor. Her oldest is my goddaughter, who I love like my own. We have dozens and dozens of songs that take us back to a particular place and time. We can have hour-long conversations about Designing Women, for chrissakes!!

We have even started transposing memories. One of us will tell a story, and the other will jump in with “that was YOU, not me!” It’s gotten to the point where we truly can’t remember which one of us did what.

In short, I know she will always be there. No matter how far away she lives, she will always be my best friend. I love her even though she has a lot of faults. Hell, I have a lot too. To know that someone will support you through anything means so much to me.