Like I said yesterday, I like having guy friends. I learn so much about the underbelly of life from them. Images my poor, innocent brain didn't need to have seared on it.
Take the penis.
I've always had male friends. I like that men are blunt and inappropriate. They're direct. I never have to wonder what they really mean.
Take my friend Carnell. He's a regular commenter here, and lucky for me, I get to see him often in real life.
"Now Andra, why did you have to go and wear that shirt to lunch?"
If MTM has a male soul mate, it is Miguel Roldan. MTM met Miguel when he lived in Barcelona. They taught architecture together. They debated design together. They brainstormed. They laughed.
MTM even learned to appreciate coffee (in espresso form) from Miguel.
Friendships have always mattered to me, and they’ve always been hard. I’ve always needed them. Desperately. But, I’ve always seemed to tear down more than I’ve built up. I don’t know whose fault that is, but I’m here to take my share of the blame – not all of it; just my share.