LJ Idol: Week 7
Growing up I never lived anywhere long enough to have a best friend. I always had good friends and usually a person out of those that I spent more time with than the other few. I used to listen to people tell about the friends they have had since they were three or four, and they were still friends with. I always said I was fine with it, that I was happy that I had had the chance to spend my time experiencing new things. Truth-be-told, I always wondered what it would be like to have a friend that knew me better than I knew myself, someone I could tell anything to.

Little did I know I was about to find a best friend in the most unlikely of places; before school, sitting in front of a white wall, staring down at my calculator and surrounded by three people. This is how I started every day of school. One day while sitting there, two of the other people, Holly and Doris were talking about how things were going with their boyfriends, and how much they missed them when they were away. Uncharacteristically, I decided to mention that I miss my girlfriend quite a bit too, and had not seen her in almost three months, because she lived in Minnesota ( I live and lived in Florida). After that, Doris took it upon herself to get to know me. She realizes that I wasn’t just some nerd that did nothing but school and program his calculator and computer. Over the next few weeks I spent my mornings sitting in that little cubby off the hall talking with Doris and getting to know her. We came to be very good friends over the next few years, and had a great time in the classes together. I always thought of her as a good friend, but it wasn’t until college that I began to think of her as my best friend.

That fall I had been thinking about spending more time with my girlfriend, the same one I had had for nearly four years. I talked with Doris about twice a week still, for several hours each day. Even as I lost touch with friend after friend, I continued to talk with her. I would walk around the field near my dorm as I talked about how things were going, as things got more serious with my girlfriend, I began to suspect that something was up. Eventually I found that she had been cheating on me, and after a couple of months, Doris, the good friend that I had come to have, began prodding me to find someone else to go out with. She went so far as to make on-line profiles for me on a couple of dating websites. When she showed them to me a month later I was astounded to find that I would have confused it for something I may have written. Over the next few weeks she continued to suggest I find a new girlfriend. When I finally found my Love, twirlandswirl, she gave me the push I needed to ask her out.

While this past year we have not been talking as much, we still know each other very well and mean a lot to each other, and I am proud to have a best friend, one who knows me better than I know myself.