Misfits

Don't get me wrong. I've got the nicest set of friends around me, no matter how they all appear in my previous blogs:

*one who keeps on falling for the wrong guy and swears to be straight because heterosexual relationships are easier to handle (huh?)

*another who thinks marrying his same-sex partner of 2 months is a logical step to achieving bliss

*a bestfriend/gymbuddy who snatches my gymcrush after a "deadline", and does so in a heartbeat, then turns around and sets me up for a group date with, who else but gymcrush's ex (with gymcrush as bestfriend's date)

*a girlfriend at 35, virgin (sort of, but only until her bash next week when we plan to make sure she doesn't get "returned to sender" unopened).

*a highschool girlfriend who thinks only utility men and security guards dig her, so she turns her attention to Caucasians instead (and rightfully so, mabenta ang lola)

*a college buddy who thinks he's bisexual - but wait until he admits he's still a virgin at 30

*and one who played too much but lost once the last time, to the one person he least expected to fall for, a one-night-stand-turned-friends-with-benefits

A bunch of well-adjusted misfits is how I'd describe my circle of friends, and I love them so. Weddings? Gymcrushes? Unwanted virginity? These are spices of life that keep us together and sometimes apart, but only temporarily.

In the end, we'll always have each other, and nothing could change that.