High school can bring about all kinds of hell, and put all kinds of pressures on friendships. This latest topic looks at either, or both. Since I shared a hellish high school memory last month, I'm taking the friendship angle to kick off the topic... although, my high school memory was also about friendship. Hmm... All right, just stick with me )
My first serious, long-term boyfriend – okay, my first boyfriend, period – was an “all in” kind of guy. He was totally into the cowboy thing (which in retrospect is hilarious given we lived in the shadow of Manhattan) and totally devoted to me. I don’t say that to be vain, just to set the stage.
Our very first date we doubled with Cowboy’s best friend, Flyboy, and his girlfriend (unlike Cowboy, Flyboy really was a small craft pilot). Flyboy and I got along fine…for a while. Little by little, though, as time progressed, Cowboy spent more and more time with me and less and less time with Flyboy. For those of you who’ve been in this situation, you know what this makes me (or, err, you). The girlfriend who comes between two best guy friends is an interloper at best, a royal bitch at worst.
I was a royal bitch. Whenever Flyboy and I found ourselves in one another’s company, he sneered at me and I cowered. Honest to donkeys I had no idea what I was doing to deserve the hostility treatment…until, as was inevitable, I broke up with Cowboy (cos omg he was totally suffocating me!) and Cowboy moved on to another girl, and Flyboy once again got left in the dust…or the clouds, I suppose.
In time, Flyboy had the grace to apologize for treating me the way he did, confessing that he thought I had put some constraint on Cowboy that prevented the guys from hanging together. While Cowboy faded off into the sunset for both of us, Flyboy and I went on to become truly good friends, and I swore to myself I would never let a guy come between me and my best friend, ever. I saw what it could do to friendships, and I didn't want it happening to mine. And it never did.
So how about you princes and princesses out there? Ever been pushed aside for a frog? Ever been the one doing the pushing? How did it turn out? Share your experiences in the comments -- I've got to go hit facebook to see if I can't find Flyboy.... *vbg*