Confessions of a Platonic Best Pal
From friends, to "more than friends," to more than "just friends"
- The author & her best friend, circa 1982
In the late '70s, a girlfriend was visiting from out of state, so when a male college friend called to get together, I asked if he had a male friend he could bring along to make a balanced foursome. I remember the movie we'd gone to see: Eyes of Laura Mars. Afterward, driving home, my girlfriend and I sat in the back seat of the car and ranted about how the film objectified women, while the two men in the front drooled over the actresses' breasts. (My guy friend later came out as gay, making his half of the conversation suspect, but that's a different story.)
All I remembered of my friend's friend was his name—Danny or Andy or something—and that he was a grad student in film school. About three months later, I decided to apply to graduate school myself and wanted to know my options. "I'll call that Danny guy," I thought.
"I knew you would phone!" he exclaimed. "I knew you wanted me!"
Brash and cocksure, but funny. Laugh or be offended? I laughed, and that was that.
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