There are very few things better than friends. I'm not talking about friends that you see once in a while. I am talking about friends whose friendship just seem to transcend everything. No matter how long it's been since you have talked or seen each other, connecting again feels like you saw each other three hours ago.

When it comes down to it, after all the hard work we put into our careers, our bodies, and our futures, nothing really matters if you don't have friends. I am blessed to have few but meaningful friendships. First, my partner of seven years. Then my best friends in South Jersey and Atlanta. My oldest friends and tennis partner in NYC. And now, my new best friend who lives in Massachusettes and is moving to Portsmouth, NH. What more could one want.

I love my friends because we can have lunch and have the most hilarious time and fall into serious discussions only to go back to the hilarious times again. I can call them and talk as if I have just spent the last 24 hours with them. They can listen to me complain about the fact that the new "queers" on the block are so damn thin and fabulous and what the hell happened to me. I can break into how much I am thankful for where I am and being in a relationship is the best thing ever.

I can complain about my lack of a butt and my protruding love-handles (which my partner says do not exist but what does he know). I can have my friends over for some wine and popcorn and then head over to the local Vietnamese restaurant and be drunk as can be as I eat BBQ spare-ribs.

When it all comes down to it... you gotta have friends... not necessarily a boyfriend... just friends. Later.  ¶ 9:54 PM