When I was young I had my boys. In middle school they were a motley bunch of goofy guys that I fancied myself to be in love with intermittently. In high school I had the boys in the drama department. We worked together, we built things and painted things and sat around in the booth in the dark. In college I preferred beer and bong hits to shopping and sorority rushing, so again, I found my boys.
My boys were my buddies, my confidantes, my playmates. I’ve always had only a couple of close girl friends and a gaggle of boys.
When I left the beach to move to Chapel Hill I left behind my last bunch of boys, some of whom had made the shift from Williamsburg college boys to beach boys.
When I met MQD I was immediately impressed with the strength of the bond between his friends. He and his boys were no joke. He took me home to Charlestown and again I was amazed. The man loves his boys. And he loves me. Some girls fall for a boy with a great rent controlled apartment in the city and they inherit that. Some girls just want to wear his leather jacket.
I married MQD and I got boys. They’re his boys. But they love him and he loves me and any one of them would help me out if I needed it, of this I am certain.
As we all get older these boys… they are collecting these incredible women. If I am lucky our children will grow up with their children. Thank you for sharing your friends with me, Mike. You are an incredibly lucky man to have them on your side. And so am I.
I cried my eyes out reading this post. We are so lucky to have such a great group of friends. Those boys are amazing! It is my hope that our kids will grow up together and have a blast, just like we all did. I can’t wait to have a few little ones to run around with Em and Lucy! Love you all :) xoxox
It was great to see you!! And I hope you know you are included in “the boys.” :)
I inherited Andy’s NCSA techie boys and my brother’s college boys. Those high school boys you had were cute :)
I inherited a very similar group of boys. Hockey boys. And I love them. Still waiting for them to catch their own women, though. Patience, I suppose.
Be glad that they are picky. ;)