Eventually if the friendship develops far enough it starts feeling like your hanging out with your sister. A really great bond, somebody you share everything with, can depend on but sex is just out of the question...it just feels creepy at that point anyway.
One of my best friends is a girl I met my freshmen year of college in music theory class. It started off smoking at the picnic tables outside to practicing together to auditioning for a jazz group together about a year later. We both got in and often car pooled together to practice, when the band begin to play shows we pooled our resources and traveled to each gig together. Some of my fondest memories of my years in that band wasn't criminal amount of free pot and whiskey or the great parties or getting head in the bathroom after a show it was riding in that little car under a starry winter sky and laughing our collective asses off at coast to coast call ins. Other times we just talked to pass the miles, sharing life stories, asking for and giving advice on relationships, crying over lost loves or just getting silly and trying to out do the other with bad jokes. During really long trips we'd get a room together and pass some cheap shit called crown royal back and forth over bad movies. We'd find local bars and get roaring drunk while helping the other get laid before meeting up the next morning for bad truck stop food over stories of our previous nights conquest.
The band broke up when everyone started graduating and a year later she got married. I stood in at her wedding as an usher and hung out in a waiting room with her husband (hes a really great friend now too) and family when her first was born. She was the first person I called when my fiance left me last year and she stayed on the phone with me until sunrise just to listen. Those moments and others created the dynamic of our friendship and as it developed it didn't matter that she was hot before long I'd stopped noticing all together. A truly great friend is something you only stumble upon a handful of times in life in the end what does it matter weather that friend is a guy or a girl?
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