Si Best Mehn

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Some people just relate better to the opposite sex than their own. I'm one of them. I have a few treasured female friends, sure, but therein lies the problem: They're few. Meanwhile I can recite a litany of guys I really get along with nicely, and by nicely I mean it in a strictly platonic way. While I believe that this uneven scheme of things owes much to my very tomboyish nature, I also think the credit goes to men.

Guys are simple and easier to understand. They're generally not pikon, clingy, or fragile. They're honest to a fault (to girls they don't want to $#@%! at least), and they listen! It's not that they don't space out when you ramble on and on about the same problem day in and day out, but they manage to see through the lies that you've convinced yourself are true, cut away at your fabrications and self-serving validations, and then get the gist of what you're hiding or unable to say. Then they tell you what you need to hear: "The truth is you're full of crap." 

But the thing I like most about guy friends is that they're loyal: Once you're deemed a friend, you're a friend through and through (unless you stab them in the back, which I think I'm smart enough never to do). That, and you can count on them to tell you that you're really getting fat .

Actually, I'm just talking about one guy. This post is two days late. Happy birthday, Marv! It chokes me up to know you're only 29, but the year is just as awesome anyway, right? Happy 2011!