I have a friend who used to be one of my Very Good Friends. I guess he still is, but I don’t see him much anymore. He was always one of my first calls when making plans. He was one of the first people I came out to.
We got into the habit of scoping girls together. Which is fine. On occasion. Now it seems like that’s all we ever have to talk about. Or all he ever has to talk about. Whenever I visit him, he regales me with his dating stories and shows me all these match.com pictures. The girls are invariably blonde and twiggy and he’s asking for my opinion and I say “not my type” on repeat (not that there’s anything wrong with the twiggy blondes of the world).
Isn’t this what his golfing buddies are for? When I met him, he was freshly separated, had just bought himself a penis car, and was generally a very nice, down to earth, fun to be around guy. Now he’s regressing. Maybe I’m being treated like “one of the guys” and I don’t like it.
It’s not like I couldn’t talk to him about other stuff. I’m sure we could have perfectly decent conversation over whatever I happen to bring up. It’s just never far away, especially when going to various bars is a staple activity of my visits. Every Lonetree Power Hour we attend: “hey, remember that girl at the beer bin with the really nice ass?” Yes. I remember. *sigh*
I sent a “how are you doing? here’s how I’m doing” email last week. I just got back his reply: “I saw Beyonce’s video today while at the orthodontist, the one where in one part she has the reddish orange baseball cap and jeans on……all I can say is move over Halle Berry. Is that hair of hers real?? Who cares?”
Since I don’t see him often anymore, I don’t really care enough to address the problem. But it still irks me.
