Love Made Me Blind: A Friendship In Reprise

This post is about Ace. Who will invariably read it. Today we spent the day together. We got lunch and thrifted for ridiculous items like hooker skirts and pirate jewelry. Now, normally I don't need to explain my titles, but I'm sure this one's got most of you wondering. And it's because I realized how the rest of the world sees us. Ace is my best friend. I knew that, if you read this blog at all, you know that, and so does the rest of the world. And my love for her made me blind to the way the rest of the world sees us: as a completely batshit, occasionally crude, but mostly humorous matched pair. We assumed our level of awesome mind-reading insanity was normal. I realized it wasn't when she IMed me 30 minutes after she left saying she missed me. We really are a matched pair, even though we had virtually nothing in common when we met years ago, and still don't except a love for coffee, women, and being awesome. And by being awesome I mean women. I'm leaving for a trip in a few days, and I probably won't be back for the rest of July. Which is dumb. Because I'm going to miss her and she's going to miss me and it's going to be stupid. God knows when we're together we spend more time around each other than most couples do. So this post is for her, to tide her over while I'm gone, even though she hates this sappy shit. Because I love her more than I'll ever love any girlfriend. Bros before hoes and all that. Love you babe, I'll miss you when I'm gone.