7 Reasons Why Having a Guy BFF is Awesome
It may seem a little strange when you think about it at first, but having a guy BFF is actually something many girls would probably like to have given the chance. Being a guy BFF myself, it's really great knowing that my girl best friends actually appreciate the platonic relationship that we have. If you want to get to know a little bit more about the dynamics of guy-girl BFF relationships, we present you seven reasons why you should get your own guy BFF, stat.
- We're pretty straightforward. It's common knowledge, actually. Ask us for advice, we'll give it to you. Ask us how you look, we'll say "ugly." Haha! Kidding aside, sometimes all you really need is a response to your rants, queries, and heartaches that doesn't beat around the bush, and we can provide that to you. You probably will go with your "female intuition" more often than not when asking us about these things, but later on you'll realize that we're right in one way or another.
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We're weird. Girls can be weird, too, but you have to admit that you're not as weird as guys. Our antics are sure to fill your day with laughs, giggles, and after-giggles—you know that moment when the joke's already expired but you're still laughing. Yeah, that.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We're game to give you hugs. Don't have a boyfriend but it's cold outside? No problem! Guy BFFs are almost always game for a hug whenever you need one. It's really not a very big deal being a little touchy with us, since both acknowledge that the relationship is purely platonic. We're almost always ready to be your personal teddy bear (I say "almost" because sometimes the girlfriend gets a little jealz, but that's a different story).ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We’re protective. To an extent, we can be very protective. Not because we like you, but because we care. A friend of mine told me that some of her guy best friends act like a kuya to her, which ends up being true in most boy-girl friendships. We wouldn't want somebody to hurt you just as much as your kuya would.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We're not very serious all the time. We can be the reliever of your stress from school, socializing, and all the drama that girls go through—like getting their nails broken or something. We like to keep things light and easy most of the time, so you won't find a lot of drama just hanging out.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We could be your role model of an ideal guy. I'm not saying that we're perfect guys—I mean, we're obviously not, that's why we're just best friends. But we could be the perfect role models of what you should (and shouldn’t) look for in a guy. Most guy best friends would prefer to bring you home, take your cab's plate number if it's not possible, or at least offer you a ride home than just leave you there after a movie night with the crew. We could be funny, crazy, witty, and caring—things that you might want to see in a guy you'd date. While on the other side of the spectrum, we could also reflect the traits of guys that aren't so nice. We're basically the standard-setters, I mean, aside from your dad.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We're genuine. With us, what you see is what you get. We're shy, kind, mean, generous, awkward, annoying, obnoxious—you name it, that's what we are. You won't have an overly pretentious guy best friend, whether straight or gay. We're really just ourselves when we're with you and in a world of plastics and players, I think that's the best thing about having a guy BFF.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
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First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.
If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”