J

Spent Saturday with my gay friend J. Every woman needs a gay guy friend. Seriously. I adore J to bits, he's so sweet.

He did my hair in the afternoon at his gorgeous downtown salon, and then we went back to his house to prepare for some more of our friends who were coming over for dinner. It was a great night.

Been analyzing, as I'm over-prone to do, my relationship with J. He holds my hand under the dinner table, gives me these looks of total heart-openness and warmth, he cooks fabulously, does hair really well (I always get lots of compliments after going to see him), he has a perfect, clean, modern, totally stylish house straight out of a magazine (which he remodeled himself), pays real attention when you talk, opens car doors for me, always looks totally put together and amazing..
Oh, and he's drop-dead gorgeous.

And the myth about gay guys somehow being effeminate is crap, really. J is one of the most masculine guys I know. He's very pretty, but exudes such a masculine strength and depth and confidence, and he always smells so damn good, too.

Yes, I think I have a small crush on him quite possibly. Who wouldn't? Having a friend like J makes me feel like one of the luckiest women on earth. ;-)