I love my friends.

Sometimes it's easy to take them for granted. Usually up for a good time, can be counted on to help me move. All in all, a great bunch to have around.

But the reason that I love them this time?

Total and complete ego stroking!

Last weekend I took a new friend to meet some old friends at a local neighborhood bar. There we ran into a girl who my ex in now apparently dating. Or so I hear. My friends know her. They are scared of her. She is what we fondly call a "Bar Hag." No explanation needed, I think. Until my arrival, she was hanging on them like a hemerrhoid. But the minute I arrived, she disappeared. Wouldn't look at them, wouldn't talk to them, wouldn't even walk to our side of the bar. It was like she somehow knew who I was. Which is very odd, considering she never met me as his girlfriend. Needless to say, my friends were thrilled. I was 'bar hag' -icide.

And then my friend, my new favoritist man in the world, who shall remain nameless right now, said the magic words.

"Dude, I don't know what he is thinking. You are so much prettier than her."

I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!