I knew it was love at first sight,
when in 7th grade French class
we were put on a two person team,
competing against other class teams
in naming food vocabulary,
and we both indefinitely decided escargot
could classify as a meat -
It was an animal after all,
and because of that wave length of thinking, we won.
I knew it was a match made in heaven,
when she got boosted to a higher level of french in junior high,
and yet the friendship remained.
And then, in high school when I tested up to her level,
for the sole purpose of not having to endure
Mme. Touati's most horrid class alone,
and then she transferred out of the class the next day
because the class was soooooo horrendous,
and left me alone.....
with brilliant people I actually had to speak French to.....
and I could have killed her for leaving me alone in there.....
I didn't.
And we are still besties.
So much so, that last night, despite a complete aversion to all
things containing the word "Footloose,"
I went and endured the most awful movie I think I've ever seen - ever.
All for the sake of spending a moment with that dear girl.
But yet again, you know its love,
when you are the only two people in the theater
laughing hysterically at something,
that the rest just doesn't find that funny.
When eating tasteless pizza,
and in an effort of enhancing its flavor,
my slice,
inadvertently had an entire bottle of crushed
red pepper flakes dumped on top of it.
Then, when the excess is removed, you can still eat it,
bathed in a gaze of love, horror, disgust, humor, and acceptance,
and know that she will still claim you as her friend in the morning.
And finally,
you know you've found a true friend,
when she, basking in the glorious glow of pregnancy,
promises to "think" about the naming her
unborn child Agathar,
just because it will make you happy.
