Every guy needs a girl.
You know. Gay. Straight. Every guy needs an amazing girl in his life.
She's the one that you looked at from across the table in studio photography class, instantly smiled at and said: She is going to be the one I get tipsy with at Thai restaurants after two bottles of wine or she's the one that's going to hold me when I'm crying from a dissolving relationship or she's the one that's going to say "Byron, he has a bald spot! You can do better than that douchebag!" or she's going to be the one that you tell everything to and she will tell everything to you. You will get in to tiffs. You will apologize for those tiffs. She will call you her Schmoopie. She will support you in everything you ever do.
Every guy needs his girl.
Mine is Michele and, man, you need to be jealous. Because she's amazing. I'm not just saying that because of all the times we've had at parties or in car rides or walks in flip flops to local 7-11's because we needed some ice cream after watching a Golden Girls Marathon. I'm saying it because we have been through it all.
I was watching this A&E deal a few months ago with my dad. He likes those history war deals. You know, where all the footage is black and white. It's where the narrators are foreshadowing what's to come in their voice when, if you've read even one history book, you know what's about to come. Anyway, the show was about war buddies. These were guys that lived through, well, war. And something really struck me. One of the guys looked off in to the distance with this watery look and said: Though I could never love this man like how I could love a woman, this is a type of love I could never share with another human."
Michele and I have been through nothing even close to war unless we metaphor this bitch, which is what I am about to do. Ready?
The battles of getting older are terrifying. Once some of us leave college, we don't fall in to that pocket of nine to five fill the blank investments here. We fall in to the "What the flip is my life going to be like now and what does this all mean?" Some of us jump job to job searching for contentment. Some of us live paycheck to paycheck so we can keep doing what we believe in even though we have barely enough money to get us on the train. Some of us don't marry the first person we fall for and go through bloody painful heartbreak. Some of us go through battles in life. Though they are little and never can compare to that that real war is, we still fight to survive. And that survival is often easier with a buddy... a war buddy.
"It's funny. You can tell we're getting older." I say to Michele while eating a spring roll a few afternoons ago."
"How come?" She says tilting her head.
"Because we are calming down and smiling more and laughing more and realizing that things fall in to place... remember how we would freak at every little thing that went wrong..."
"Everything sort of happens for a reason..." Michele says taking the last Crab Ragoon.
Michele is my war buddy. And though our lives are soon going to change, she will always be the one that knows when I need back up. She will always know when I've been shot down and need to be carried along for a bit. I will always know the exact same thing.
She is the girl that I will look back at when I am old and pretending to be on an A&E special(but really I'm just talking to some grandkids but because grandpa Byron always wanted to be on t.v., he will pretend he is on t.v.) and say: Though I could never love this woman like how I could love a hot piece of man, this is a type of love I could never share with another human."
Because every guy needs his girl.
Every single person out there needs that person.