Chronicles of the Dude Bestie

I was actually surprised that he texted and called me when he was in Davao. It was an SOS call - something that I rarely get from Ian. The one and the only dude bestie.

Heck, I think the last time that we were on this mode was when we were both in the university. 

Apparently, he's into this love affair that's either on the cusp of falling apart or of turning into something really serious. 

Who else to call but the lone girl bestfriend, right? 

Riiiiiiiight. 

As if I have the moral ascendancy to give advice on love issues. I was in a series of roller coaster rides before I decided to finally tie the cliche' knot [more on the knot story in a separate blog]. 

How can be a girl twice engaged suddenly become the love doctor when she doesn't even know what she's doing half of the time when it comes to romantic relationships?

In any case, it was definitely an SOS. Ian wanted to see me for dinner on the same week. I was on house arrest for 2 days and I had a Catholic conference the entire weekend [yes, it seems off from the personality but I'm definitely church-active], we had to settle for an early Saturday night dinner. I had to be back at the conference by 9am on Sunday morning. 

The early Saturday night dinner ended at 2 in the morning the next day. We had so much to talk about that we didn't even notice the time and the fact that we actually had one too many to drink. 

Ian was never the super-emo type. Angsty, yes. Emo, not really. Thus, my surprise when he called me to talk about a heart issue. It wasn't anything catastrophic. The storyline wasn't even something that had novelty in it. But the issue is something that we all face at some point in our lives. 

Do we choose to love someone and stay with the person that might not exactly share the same future we want and the same values?

Not to patronize my guy bestie, but I honestly thing he has the one up in this game, but he has one point that makes sense. He's tired of the game. He wants something solid. Steady. I do understand the sentiment. 

At some point, don't we all want the same thing? 

Despite the issues we talked about, we actually both enjoyed the night. 

There is really this certain degree of comfort when you are with someone who has known you your whole life. 

Ian forgets my birthday. It never fails. Every year, he does. I'd get a call several weeks after from him, with the same stupid question that he asks, "Dude, was it your birthday?" 

But then again, it is that same degree of comfort that we have with each other that assures me I can call him anytime --- and he will always be there.