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The woman I call my best friend has known me since middle school. We are slowly approaching twenty years of friendship. Our birthdays are about 2 weeks apart, we’re both Libras. To look at us on paper, we couldn’t be more different, then you listen to our philosophies on life, what our needs are and you could be talking to just one person.

Our romantic involvements are different, where I’ve always dated a lot, with a smattering of relationships scattered over the years, she’s always been the more stable one. Did I mention she was straight? No surprise there. All of my close friends are straight.

Just because she dates men and I date women, doesn’t change our expectations from our partners. We both need intimate connections in order to feel romantic or even sexual about our partner. If I claim to love you, but we have a mental disconnect, the panties stay on! That’s something major with us that is a constant topic of discussion.

Anyway, I digress. My bestie had the longest relationship of her adult life come to an end. It makes me remember how I felt after my relationship of 5 years came to a close. It was necessary, but the necessity didn’t make it feel any better.

Though the break up happened over a week ago, last night was the first time we’d actually had a phone conversation. She told me that the dude said that the friendship between her and I was “inappropriate.” He felt like we were too close, so she might want to explore another side of her sexuality!

It pissed me off when she told me and as I relive the convo, I’m starting to get irritated again.

He said that she would open up to me about things that she didn’t discuss with him. I suppose he may be right, but after almost 20 years and us being so in sync, what should he expect?

The ridiculous thing about all of this is that, I’m not a person that speaks or even sees my friends on the regular. As I’m sitting here thinking, I believe it’s been at least 2 months since I’ve seen her. That’s some kinda hot lesbian affair we’re having!

This was his very sad attempt at trying to shift his own shade to her. Very, very sad. Ridiculous even. My bestie is the kind of girl that you could leave in a room with her celebrity heartthrob with an open invitation for more and she would say, “no, I got a man.” Trustworthy and loyal to a fault…

Dude, you played yourself. Tuck your tail between your legs. Do a better job of hiding it with the next girl…