That's What Friends Are For

Since I've been single again, I've made lots of new friends...mostly women, which is good since that's primarily where my interests lie. But I have to say, not a single one of those so called friendships hold a candle to a friendship that just sorta snuck up on me...and by gosh, if I walk away from all this with nothing more than this one friendship...it was all worth it. I don't just call anyone my friend...I've learned to choose them wisely. I'm not one to judge my worth by the number of friends I have...I judge my worth by the quality of the few I do call friends. I've been around for a good while now and have learned that lots of folks pick their friends according to how valuable they are...like this for example.."Hey buddy, mind if I borrow your boat this weekend...oh,and your pickup to pull it with...is the gas tank full." Yeah, that may be what makes the world go round for everyone else...me, I'm good without those kinds of friends. He just wandered up to my table at the bar about three months ago...said his name was Mark and did I mind if he sat down with me. I told him to make himself at home and he did...we sat there and got acquainted, chatting for over an hour. He had just busted up with his fiance...her decision, and he was 'emotionally challenged.' He told me enough about this woman for me to realize that love must indeed be blind, else he'd be out here celebrating his sudden freedom. After listening to his story, I cleared my throat and said, "Ya know what you do about that? You dance. You go find you the prettiest little thing in here and you take her out on the dance floor, hold her up close and smell her sweetness...and I'll guarantee you, you'll feel better in no time." I smiled at him, "That's what I do...that's what I'm gonna do right now. You get out there and find you a hot little chick." A couple of hours later we both found ourselves back at the table. Mark had a big smile on his face, "Man, you were so right. I feel like a new man!" He slapped me on the back, "I'm sure glad I met you!" We found ourselves at the same table week after week. Our night would begin with a couple of beers and some catchin' up on how our week went...then we'd both suddenly jump up and go off chasing the girls. Somewhere during the night we'd meet up again, telling our stories and pointing out the girls that they were about..then off we'd go again. I found myself really liking this cowboy..he's a lot like me...cut from a different mold than the rest. Just like me, he wasn't out to take a girl home...just wanted to dance with them and have a good time. We'd call each other throughout the week and tell what stories we might have to tell about some girl we bumped into...or just talk about who we hoped to bump into the next Friday night. One night a few weeks ago, while both of us were out on the dance floor dancing with the girls, a couple of big dudes parked themselves at our table. I walked over and told them they needed to move along. One of them just snickered, "I reckon it ain't your table no more, old man." I bowed up..the common sense inside my head drowned out by the adrenaline flowing through my veins. I actually had my fists clenched, my jaw firmly set, and prepared for battle. They slowly rose out of the chairs and backed away, disappearing into the crowd. I stood there, relieved that they hadn't called my bluff, then turned back toward the dance floor to discover that right behind me stood Mark and three other cowboys he'd pulled off the dance floor. He grinned, "I had your back...not that you needed it." I smiled...that's what friends are for. And by gosh, if it didn't happen again last night...some big ol' piece of dog dung had parked himself in my chair. Mark and I wandered up at the same time. I slapped the guy on the arm and said, "Alright dude, pull your ass out of my chair and move on." He sneered, 'Ain't nobody been sitting in this chair for twenty minutes." My night had not been good and I was not in any mood to play with this asshole. I bent down and whispered in his ear, "Don't think this ol' man will hesitate to kick your ass...and don't think I can't do it. Now, just how bad do you want me to f**up your evening?" He rose out of the chair, cursing loudly, and stumbled off into the crowd. I turned to Mark who was wide eyed, "What did you say to him." I smiled, "I told him you would kick the crap out of him if he didn't move." He shook his head, "I'd really be ok just standing up the rest of the night." The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Mark brought a gal over to meet me later on. She was pretty...pretty old, but pretty for her age. He told me later, "She's hot for a fifty five year old woman...and she's a lot of fun." I grinned, "My grandma was a lot of fun, but what would you do with her...she's nearly ten years older than you and still a few years older than me." He nodded his head, "Yeah, I really don't want an older woman. You want her?" I laughed, "You mean you''d give me your old girlfriend?" He smiled, "Well, not just any of them...but you could have her." That's what friends are for. Throughout the past few months, our friendship has continued to grow. One night we both walked out the front door of the bar to discover a thick freezing fog had decended on everything. Mark had less than a nile to drive...I had thirty...and it took me an hour to make it through the front door. Just as I unlocked the door, my phone rang...it was Mark, "Hey man, I was kinda worried about you...did ya make it home ok?" ..and we sat and talked about the night, the girls, the girls from once upon a time...and the girls that are still to come. When I finally hung up the phone, the clock on the wall said it was 4:30 in the morning. I smiled and closed my eyes and thought, 'That's what friends are for...' As the months passed by, we got to where we could recognize each other's ex-wives on site, we knew each others girl friends names, their girlfriends names, where they worked, all that...which comes in handy. Occassionally, I'll find myself forgetting a girl's name that I've spotted out there on the dance floor and I'll point her out and Mark will pop her name right off, where she works...all the information I need to know before I run out there and ask her to dance...and more times than not, he'll finish up with "...I got her phone number here." To which I'll respond, "Hell, she's right there...I'll just ask her to dance in person." Well hell...last night and the night before took some turns that I wasn't expecting and I ended up not knowing for sure if I still had my two dancing partners...that is another story I will probably tell you next week...but along about midnight last night I was sitting at the table, talking about my woman troubles with Mark. He slapped me on the back and said, "You know what an old friend told me once?" I shook my head, "He said, ya know what you do about that? Ya dance!" ...and I did ...and it was better.

That's what friends are for.

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