Rivalry
January 12th 2010 21:01
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Ah ,don’t you love it? You and your best friend have been friends ever since childhood. You spent lazy afternoons playing games, taking turns on the family swing and walking to the lolly shop together, buying two dollars worth of jelly babies (“No black ones please.”)
Then adolescence comes and what happens? Your best friend becomes your rival. You start competing with each other over clothes, members of the opposite sex, music, how hip you are…Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration of me and my best friend Andrea. When we were old enough to start getting interested in boys, she went for Asian guys while I went for white ones. Scandinavian ones to be precise.
“He is so hot!” I gushed to Andrea one night about my crush on a Scandinavian boy who went to my school. “He has blonde hair and ducky blue eyes.”
“Catty yellow eyes,” Andrea would correct me.
“Ducky blue eyes,” I would insist.
“Catty yellow eyes,” Andrea would say and on and on it went. A cat lover for as long as I can remember, Andrea would use such occasions to praise the virtues of them just as I would remind her how affectionate my pet ducks could be. She was not convinced although she did believe me when I told her White-o did have blue eyes (this is true, by the way).
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