The
Best Friend Solution
By
Jennifer Gravel Vanasse
There
is a problem with our society and how we women have been programmed to
live in it. From birth we are set on a path of dating, marriage, children
and then retirement and death. Sadly, divorce is now a very common part
of the cycle, clearly a sign that somewhere things have gone awry. Still,
we comply as inexorably as geese flying south for the winter. Is this
a case of "misery loves company"? Isn't it possible that tradition
is leading us astray?
There
you are an eligible young woman, out on the town having a great time with
your best friend. These are the happiest days of your life. The fun is
at its peek. You have no obligations other than to continue working to
support your shoe-habit and no attachments other than to your best friend
whom you adore more than anyone else in the world. Then, Mr. Right comes
along and the pheromones start to fly. You fall deeply, madly in love.
The older women in your family will finally be proud of you, having "landed"
a man.
Your
best friend, who has stood by you through the terror of junior high school
and the shame of bad perms, is then tossed to the curb in exchange for
some great sex. Pretty soon you have ditched all activities with your
best friend in order to dutifully spend every waking and sleeping moment
with your man. You twinge with guilt when your best friend leaves you
"I miss you" messages on your phone, but since you are never
at home anymore, you can't call her back anyway. You spend all of your
time at his apartment, ignoring the fact that you have to bring your own
toilet paper. It doesn't matter: in your state of bliss, it is enough
that the two of you are together.
Now
fast forward to one year after the honeymoon when the sex is starting
to peter out and now, instead of sunshine, you are walking on his discarded
socks and yesterday's newspaper. Pretty soon, instead of being glued to
his side, you start making excuses so that you can steal a night out with
your best friend. Fortunately, she is willing to let you come crawling
back. Fast forward another five years when having sex is a mildly pleasing
thing to do, but only on special occasions. You get far more enjoyment
from your daily phone calls with your best friend. Finally, fast forward
another ten years when you have learned how to avoid sex altogether and
you and your best friend have planned a Caribbean cruise, alone.
What
is the solution to circumvent this societal-directed path to unhappiness?
Instead of confusing lust with love, why not marry your true soul mate,
your best friend? Who can make you laugh like no one else can, who elevates
your self-esteem unconditionally and in who have you placed your complete
and utter trust? With civil marriage between same-sex couples nearly legal,
isn't this the solution to our societal trap?
Imagine
the perfection of life as you and your best friend pool your resources
and buy a house together. Because you have respect for each other with
no gender-biased expectations, you will easily and happily share the household
duties. And there are other perks too. With all the money you could save
by not ordering the sports package on cable, you can afford to pay someone
to mow the lawn and shovel the snow. Imagine, no nagging, just a bit of
eye candy sweating it out in your backyard while you lounge with you best
friend and drink margaritas.
What
do you do about sex, you ask? You and your best friend simply make arrangements
for conjugal visits from well-intentioned, well-proportioned men. As you
get older, you may think these men will be harder to find, but being a
cougar is chic these days. Besides, sooner or later, you just won't care
about the sex anymore and companionship will be sufficient. Do you want
children? If you do, adopt, or better yet, be a Big Sister or a doting
aunt. You'll be a better person for it.
In the end, the miserable may sneer, but you and your best friend will
have a long and happy life together, without divorce, infidelity or raised
toilet seats.
©
2005 Jennifer Gravel Vanasse
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Jennifer
has been writing all her life, though for the past 17 years it has been
in the course of her employment with a highly successful law firm in Ottawa.
She has had articles published in the Ottawa Association of Law Clerks
Newsletter and friends, family and acquaintances seek after her original
and customized poetry. Jennifer's goal is to branch out from making judges
cry and to enter the world of mainstream fiction. She currently lives
in Ottawa with her husband Randy and stepson Nick and their huge dog,
a Lab-Newf mix named Zucchini.
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