A gay best friend is just someone in your life who will always be different from any other friend you have. And I don’t mean because they are gay, but because what they do for you that no one else can. Their thoughts, views and advice are always helpful, insightful and brutally honest. Not saying that this is everyone’s case, but in mine, it is. My gay best friend and roommate has taught me things that I know I would have never learned from anyone else and here is why;
1. He’s a Guy and He Actually Understands You
His perspective about life, love and relationships are so interesting because they are different from mine, but not so far off in the long run. I can be girly and talk about basically whatever I want and he’ll totally understand. We can make up these unbelievable scenarios that will probably never happen with people who don’t even know we exist. It goes either way and the conversations we’ve had are hilarious that I wish I would have recorded them. There’s no other way to say it but there is just no dull moments when we’re together. And even when things aren’t all that great and I need some advice, he always knows what to say even if I don’t want to hear it. I’m so thankful for his honesty and point of views, because I know I need them.
2. He is Down For Anything a Girlfriend Would Be Down For
“Let’s watch the OC and drink wine until we die.”… “Okay!!!”
“I want to go to the Vintage Room for Woman’s Working Wednesday and drink martinis and be fancy.”
“Put on the beats! AHHH MY SONG!!…”Ladies leave your man at home. The club is full of ballers and they pockets full grown.”
“Where are the limaritas at?”
“Where they at doe.”
“He can get it.”
“We would do some crazy things in that wheelchair.”
“Let’s dress up and be fierce”
3. He is Always There For You
One of the best guy friends I’ve ever had. Always there for me through good and bad. Has seen the worst and the best of me and still wanted to be friends. Manly enough to be intimidating when were out (as long as he doesn’t speak) but girly enough to be my best dance partner of all time. As much of a diva as he can be, he was always manly enough to kill the bugs in our apartment, no problem. Still burped loud as hell. And was way messier than I was. Always down to go out, always up to try something new, took shots with no chaser, and laughed louder than anyone I’ve ever met. The amount of conversations, texts and hugs (only a few cause he’s not a hugger but wishes he was one), we’ve exchanged have made me a better, happier, louder and crazy person. Thanks for always being there Darren, you the real mvp.
Me: “I’m so glad you aren’t the cross-dresser type gay.”
Darren: “Me too.”