"Pillows" Continued

My girlfriend “Frenchie” and I have have always said we’d make the perfect couple. We have the best talks; we both have an upbeat outlook on life, like good food, and enjoy each other’s company. Essentially, we fit well together. Of course, being girlfriends is always easier than romance. Not that I relate better with women, in general I don’t. Reading Allie’s blog this morning brought that to mind for me. I’ve always had easier friendships with men. Perhaps it’s the general lack of PMS in men or that I’m just not the hearts and glitter type of girl, I’m not sure. The pragmatism of men appeals to me, also their analytical side. I think this is one of the many reasons “Frenchie” and I are so close. I think she’s a guy at heart. As a matter of fact, she’s at the Drag races right now with my son and hubby. She is an avid hot rod fan. This is not to say she looks dudely, far from it. She's a knock out with legs for days, hell, even my brother couldn't resist her.


As friends, we can sense when the other needs a friend with whom we can confide. When “Frenchie” needs to vent she gives me this adorable, yet sorrowful pout. She’ll tell me she wants some boob and she’ll snuggle up with her head on one of my aforementioned ‘pillows’ and we’ll talk until we both feel better. Odd you say, to have a girlfriend want to snuggle up on your boob? Well, I think it’s just grand. Perhaps it’s the mother in me but I think it’s just lovely to be able to be that open and close with your dearest friend. Why not? There's nothing more comforting than being able to snuggle a woman with ample padding … I'm sure my son thinks so, lol. Breasts are the number one tool of motherhood, only current social standards have made them the icon of sexual innuendo.


And for those with your minds in the gutter, get over it. I’ve been married for just about ever and “Frenchie” is only into men. She may think I’m all that and a bag of chips but she’s always told me “If you had a dick, you’d be perfect”