Missing da boys

I love my girls, really I do.

But lately, I've been missing my boys. I've lost most of my NYC guy friends to relocation and evil girlfriends over the past two years, and was positively tickled when I answered my cell phone last night to be greeted with a "What's up, Shady?" in Kyle's awful Rhode Island accent. After confirming for the 603rd time that I am, in fact, not shady at all, I squealed and asked him how he's enjoying life in Denver.

Turns out he's not. After getting his MBA, he couldn't find himself a job and is currently selling furniture (making more than me selling furniture, in fucking Denver, but I digress) Since selling furniture was not part of Kyle's Original Life Plan, he's looking for work elsewhere, elsewhere being NYC. I can hardly contain myself - I've missed that boy to bits.

While discussing his current girlfriend and the breaking of his relationship record (prior to this little lady, it was more of a "Hi, I'm Kyle. Can we break up now?" sort of thing), he asked me if there was anyone I wasn't dating, or if I had any non-boyfriends these days. I adore that boy -- few people understand the inner workings of my twisted mind as well as Kyle.