B is for Stealing

When I was nineteen I came upon a girl who was wonderful. Her girlfriend thought she was wonderful too. One time I liked a girl. My friend also liked the girl. He had a car. There are girls who know me as a mad man. There are girls who know me as a philosopher type. There are girls who know me as both and these are committed to staying mere friends with me. Primarily because they are committed to their boyfriends/spouses/cats. One of my sisters Leizelle has what I define as a groovy and wonderful marriage. I lauded her and Christopher on what I deemed a groovy union. She explained to me, “All we did is marry our best friends :D ” I realized that was the best answer I had ever heard! It was so obvious. It was like trying to open a metal door with your shoulder, then suddenly someone comes and says “have you tried tuning the knob?” Doh! Of course as I sat down to it, I realized that I can’t marry my best friend Sure he looks like a girl but it’s just… it’s just not the same, you kno...