Since I wasn't here yesterday, I thought I'd take the opportunity to celebrate a Taraday and tell a story about a close friend of the opposite sex.
My closest opposite sex friend isn't a Work Husband. If I had to chose a Work Spouse, I'd have to go with my best girlfriend Milly...so at work, I have a same sex marriage! Very forward thinking of me, no?
I have known my best boy friend since I was sixteen years old. We became friends though other friends in high school, even though he is a year younger than me and was two grades behind me. He was my first lover (I know, creepy term, but "my first experience with sexual intercourse" isn't quite right either), but perhaps more importantly he became my view into the male mind. We don't see each other much these days as he lives a couple of hours away and we both have plenty on our plates. Still, I know that when I have a problem or just want to tell a funny story I can shoot him an e or give him a call and he is right on the same page immediately. It is valuable having someone I can talk to about anything, especially since he often provides me with new ways of looking at problems or events in my life. I try to do the same thing for him. So, here's to you Gerard, mi amigo caliente.