One of the guys

You talk about your boyfriends and their girlfriends. You drink beer and eat fried things. They look at you in a weird way when you order a diet coke, but end up asking for a sip. You analyze, with them, the cleavages that pass by and they laugh, with you, at 80s hairstyles that move around as if they belonged in the present. You listen to bad jokes about your ex, get some advice and even a hug. Then you give advice and another hug. So many good things happen in these moments when you are only one of the guys...

Piece of conversation, at a pub

- Do you have a brother?

- No, I don't

- Wow. You look so much like a friend of mine who lives in San Francisco...

- I see

- He's a photographer, just like you, he works for Vogue

- Cool

- It's amazing, he looks just like you, I can't believe you are not siblings

- I'm an only child

- Are you sure?

It's fun to introduce fun people to each other and find out that your friends can end up being friends, even when you are not around.

Who's that guy inside the sauce?

The best thing about good friends is that they don't have to be like us. For me, it's important that they like sushi, sake and haagen dazs, but they can be the kind that go clubbing after dinner, when all I want is to trow myself in my warm bed with a book.

It's because we are so different that we complement each other so well.

My favorite kind of friend

My favorite kind of friend is that one that makes me feel good just to look at him.

My favorite kind of friend is that one whose simple touch makes me smile.

Or start laughing, out of control, if it happens after a couple of sakes.