Lame ass theory- or is it?

In an effort to end it on the right note the crew decided to pack it up and get out of town to celebrate the final days of summer with a view of the water. That being said- I, being the creative genius that I am- prefer to drive alone. Yes- I love having my own wheels- kinda like an escape plan but honestly I tend to get some of my best ideas during windshield time so I carefully crafted my busy Friday so that I would be leaving a little later thus having my solo ride to think. Well, that lasted about an hour in when this crazy truck comes honking and flashing up behind me…Oh hot damn the boys were running late too.

So at the first stoplight we hit…(hmm what shall I name him for this story…Guy shall we) Guy hopped out of the boys car and jumped in my front seat. Let me back up a little- Guy is a guy’s guy, he goes out of his way to be an ass and make people think he is a douche bag. Guy comes off as the biggest tool in town, he treats girls like shit and somehow (actually I know the whole story- it is great) acquired the nickname of: Slut Mustard- all in all he is a total RedFlag. All that being said Guy has moments of such sincerity and support and that is why he is a friend. He has strangely been there at moments where I needed someone and didn’t even know it, he has had my back and has called me out when I am in the wrong.

I had so rudely had my alone time interrupted I decided Guy was going to pay for it. Since I had him stuck in the car with me I figured that he had some explaining to do- I truly did not understand the whole jack ass façade and I wanted answers. And shockingly he provided them…the whole thing is his way to weed out the people who really aren’t his friends, that if a person can hang in there through the all the douchie jack-assness and prove to him that they are real then he lets it down and is their friend- forever. That people that instantly become your best friend aren’t true and will not be there when you really need them.

I tried to press harder on the topic because I thought it was the stupidest thing I have ever heard and just as the pressure ramped up we hit another light and Guy literally jumped out of my car while it was still moving…jack ass.

It left me thinking…all of my closest friends have admitted to ma at some point that they thought I was bitch before we became friends, and yet all those friends are my life lines, I know that they will be there for me no matter what… So is Guy right? Do we need to test out our friends before we know they are for real? And if that is the case- do we need to test our suitors? If this theory is successful it leaves us with an amazing way to ensure that friends are real- could we ever pull this off to test a boyfriend? I sense an amazing experiment for fall…now to find the perfect test subject…