Dear Raleigh Everyman,
Hello, hi, what’s going on? Oh, so you saw me and my friend sitting at the bar and thought you’d come over to chat – why thank you. Yes, I too am interested in North Carolina craft brews and hate the Glenwood ‘scene.’ I also enjoy your unique sense of style—that beard is truly special on you and separates you from all the other 20-somethings in here who have begun to remind me of my trip to the Amish country. I can tell this and your apparent addiction to plaid shirts and tees that would be tight on a girl are the foundation of your identity.
Uh-oh, your ex is here? Yes, I agree she does seem crazy. I know the type, won’t leave you alone, refuses to understand that by not calling her back you were in effect ending your relationship in the most adult way possible—through avoidance and lies. But she never really ‘got’ you. Not in the way that your guy friends get you. Yes, they are some solid dudes: Your not-so-borderline closeness with them is something no heterosexual relationship could ever match. Given your strong homo-social bond, you really have no need for a girlfriend. Your relationship with these guys provides you with more drama and a more reliable group of enablers than any girl ever could. And you need this constant, daytime soap opera epic cycle of drama to feel important and loved. But you don’t cause the drama—no, not you—others just seem to bring it and you are, sigh, forced to deal with it because you are just such a good friend.
You are, in fact, very much like the friends I had as a hormonal 12 year-old girl, though perhaps a bit less secure.
But back to your favorite topic—you. You have a god-given ability to really ‘know’ music. You feel music in a way no one else understands, and though you are rabidly liberal, you do discriminate against those with poor musical taste—it is your own personal brand of elitism. Music is your religion and any band who put out a record on Matador is your patron saint. Would I like to go to a show with you? Sweet Jesus, yes! Please tell me that I can meet you somewhere for drinks, PBR or your favorite new IPA, and then get the joy of not only seeing you drunk, but splitting the check.
The check splitting alone would be fine, but since you live downtown and don’t own a car, this means I will also have the pleasure of driving us to Disco Rodeo. And back. While you continue to drink and return from your trips to the bathroom looking like you’ve been making out with a powdered doughnut. But it’s ok, it’s cool, it’s the new hip drug, so it fits your carefully cultivated image while helping to fill the gaping hole left by your unsatisfying high school experiences and incomplete college education.
Oh, and you’re in a band? Really? How special, I never would have guessed! I’m sure that it’s really going to take off, and then you won’t have to work in the food service industry anymore! But even if this does happen, as you have deluded yourself into thinking it will, don’t worry—I know you won’t sell out, not you, not ever.
Katherine Milan lives in Raleigh. She has dated this man many, many times…
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