Taking place after BFF read my recent "seven weird/random things" blog entry.
BFF: "Have I really bought you ALL those purses?"
Me: "Are you kidding? ALL those? I didn't even mention the furry black one, the tiny green silk one, the beaded black one, the two with monkeys or the old lady brocade one."
BFF: "I am the gayest man alive."
Me: "Yes, you are."
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Why have I never found a guy to buy me pretty purses? I must work on that.
Seriously, where do you find a purse-purchasing BFF? Maybe I'll put an ad on Craigslist.
I want one too. It took me a long time to try to explain the difference between winter purses and summer purses to my boyfriend. I still don't think he got it.
I am still waiting for pictures.
You know, this makes me so pissy that my gay-male-bff is a beer-drinking, football-watching, anti-shopping kind of guy. Grrr. Alas, I love him anyway.
sauntering, I think it's probably mandatory that he be gay--do you hang around gay bars a lot? :)
sass, I'm sure you would get some interesting inquiries from craigslist. ;)
noelle, I don't know that BFF is so much concerned about winter/summer as he is that they're FABulous.
stef, maybe I'll work on that over the long (New Guyless) weekend. ;)
lara, umm...are you sure he's even gay? ;)
Gay friends are the best! Or relatives! Hee
I don't hang around gay bars alot (although I'd have my pick here in Atlanta) but I've worked with a lot of gay guys and been friends with a lot of gay guys. I have a good friend who has a "gay husband" and he buys her Coach and Prada bags all the time. My gay guy friends all end up moving to California before we get to the purse buying stage. Dang.
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