As Your Platonic BFF, I Think You Should Get Back Out There!

You and Brice broke up?!

 

FINALLY. I mean, I’m sorry. Actually — no, I’m not. I’m just being honest — and not because I know you find honesty attractive in a romantic partner. That’d be ridiculous.

 

I’m honest because I’m your BFF, your platonic ride-or-die, and I think you deserve someone who really understands you. The kind of guy who has been in love with you since college and has an inside joke with your mom. Hypothetically.

 

What I’m saying is: I think you should get back out there! Like, today. Or tomorrow. Or even right now!

 

Look, I know it’s scary to put yourself out there. Finding “the one” is never easy. Take it from me, I’ve been single ever since we met and I’ve just been waiting, waiting, waiting. 

 

But you? No way you’ll be single for long because the perfect match is probably someone right in front of you. Metaphorically. But also, maybe literally?

 

You’re a catch, and I say that knowing all your weirdest quirks that make you perfectly imperfect. Like— how you wear mismatched socks on days when you have a big presentation at work for good luck. Or how you hoard the soy sauce packets when we do Chinese-and-pajama nights. You need someone who loves those things about you and also kind-of reminds you of your little brothers.

 

What I’m trying to say is: I want you to be happy. Really happy. The kind of happiness that only comes from someone who absolutely nailed the Aladdin part of “A Whole New World” at karaoke last week.

 

But you can’t find that happiness unless you get back out there. I’m here, cheering you on. Right here. On your couch. In the moment—

 

And the moment when you do meet someone, I promise to be supportive. Because I’m your friend. Your best friend. Your best-bud-soul-mate. I’ll always be here for you, for better or for worse. For richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. Until death do us part. Feel free to repeat that back to me—

 

Anyway, if you want, I can help you download Hinge. OR we could order some Chinese, throw on our pajamas, and kiss. No pressure. Totally up to you.

 

Wow, have I ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re angry?