  i’ d like to think,  think being the operative word,  that i have lots of friends.  i actually do,  mostly girls and gays who have known me through the years.
 i also have some straight male friends,  actually.  what bothers me though,  is the fact that while i consider them special,  i might not be as special to them as they are to me,  unlike my female and gay friends.
 they’ re really great guys but i don’ t think they even know when my birthday is ( it’ s in August,  Jules,
 Jose)  i want someone who will take me on anything,  someone i could call or text in the middle of the night because i’ m scared shitless of something or someone or just basically sick of studying,  someone i could discuss the meaning of life with,  not necessarily husband material,
 just someone who’ d talk to me and give me advice the moment i do look for a husband ( like i said,  like it’ ll ever happen)  and who’
d give me away just in case i do get married and my dad’ s gone ( whichever comes first)  i do have a “ no- touch”
 policy with my male friends ‘ coz i could be a very sensual person and i think it was the great janeane garofalo who said in the movie “ Reality Bites”  that “ sex is the quickest way to ruin a friendship”  .
 so i don’ t touch them,  even if the circumstances call for spontaneous combustion.  but i do have an “ unless”  clause :
 qualifications:  ·  must be able to handle my neurosis ·  should be tall ( so he can make fun of my height)  smart (
coz i do want to discuss the economy.  that or the dumb new show on cable)  handsome ( nothing wrong with fairly attractive,  not looking for drop dead gorgeous,  just okay looking so that when some guy bugs me,
 he can pretend to be my boyfriend)  nice ( to complement my bitchness)  sensitive ( will hug me or offer his shoulder when i just got dumped by my partner)  and funny (
not the slapstick kind of funny)  ·  knows how to play the guitar ( because i’ m a lousy guitar player)  ·
 must be musically inclined ( not necessarily listens to rock too,  but is preferred,  so he can drive me home after i watch late night gigs)  ·  must know basic martial arts (
coz even if i know how to kick people’ s butts,  he should be able to kick mine)  ·  must tell me if my blouse or skirt is too revealing and will tell me to change ( but will check me out secretly as i’
m changing hehehehe)  ·  must not be afraid of ghosts,  cockroaches,  rats,  frogs,
 people ·  will tell me that a guy/ girl is not good for me without sounding like my gay or female friends ·  smokes and drinks occasionally ( because i do too)  ·
 doesn’ t do drugs ·  has high respect for women,  gays and lesbians and everyone else ·  doesn’ t think Sports Illustrated and FHM counts as literature ·
 must actually accept me for who i am,  otherwise,  we wouldn’ t exactly be friends 
