My friend TNT and I have really great conversations. We're very similar in how we inspire each other and give advice. We also have some of the same downfalls, like a very unfortunate martyr complex.
friends with benefits, an odd and very unique way to begin a friendship. Strangely, it's worked for us. Perhaps because we've already "tapped that", if you'll pardon the expression, there isn't any sexual tension. Or if there is, I'm oblivious to it because I just don't see him that way.
He is a best friend. A good listener. A kind soul. And his daughter is my daughter's best friend.
TNT and I are able to share without judgment. We've lived through some intense and crappy relationships together. All the while, we help each other cheer up, allow tears, anger or frustration, encourage each other to get back to athletics (he's a half-marathoner), and enjoy grown-up discussions while the kids run off and play. I love having him in my life.
Now that my Gentleman realizes what TNT provides for me, he gets it. Sometimes, when he knows I'm being way emo and he can't figure out (what he calls) the "right thing to say", he'll tell me, "Go talk to (TNT). He'll be able to help you through this."
TNT is in a very strained relationship with someone that's been going on for some time now. She doesn't like me. She, however, isn't aware of the FWB background - she just hates that I'm his best friend. (I get it.)
I'm not offering him any more advice on if he should stay with her or not. (NOT.) I am, however, listening and watching how much of a beat down it has been on him.
He witnesses my own fight with life, love and lessons. He also notices when I don't understand Jack's male mind. He helps to "manslate" things for me. He reminds me to get my butt back on my bike. We could probably solve the world's problems together but for now, we'll continue to solve our own.
|Our "T" beacon, as drawn by TNT. (Wish the pic was better!)|
Because of the inspiring nature of our interactions, and because our names both begin with "T", we've started joking that when we get together, we're like the Wonder Twins. We've even started greeting each other with a hug, knuckle bump and "T powers activate!"
Last week, when he, I and the kids were at dinner one evening, he drew the above "T beacon in the sky" on our paper table cloth.
When we first met, I told him that I was often referred to as Wonder Woman because she was my childhood super hero. He then showed me his Superman ring and admitted that he, too, had a favorite childhood super hero.
We are ever grateful to DC Comics!
Perhaps in our minds, we are superheroes... fighting against injustice in the world.
All I know is that it sure is nice to have a friend like that.