Boys schmoyz

I'm not sure if I have blogged about it before or not but I've certainly talked to many of you before about how hard it can be to make male friends. It's stupid, of course, but it's true. There are a handful of guys I don't know that well but would rather like to hang out with but with whom I would never suggest getting a drink for all the obvious and stupid reasons...

Those reasons being, of course, that if you ask a not-quite-a-friend guy to hang out it sounds a looot more like a date than if you're hanging out with a female friends. The problems are obvious - if you're both single and of mildly comporable levels of attractivenesss the chances are high that you'll end up sleeping together and fucking it up. If you're not both single then probably one of you will end up fancying the other anyway and you'll never quite sort it out. Prob-lems.

But tonight I met up with a certain (blog-reading, er so hi) guy I'vemet a handful of times and got on well with, and it was so very nice just to have a chat and a drink or four and chat about fuck all and music. I tend to think of myself as past the stage of making new friends - I love the ones I have and don't see them as often as I would like - but nobody should ever be that. The enjoyment of finding out about someone entirely shiny and new cannot be underestimated. Just as the availability of a new drinking partner should never be ignored.

I'm so inpired I swear I might actually go on a man-befriending binge. Maybe. Baby steps and all that.