A Girl’s Best Friend — in your humble flat…
“There you are! I was wondering if you’d come.” She held the door wide and welcomed me into a living room that immediately gave away her boyfriend’s former bachelorhood. Everything was functional. Even under a small eating table behind the kitchen bar was a pack of beer. I opened my attention to the rest of the room, where everyone danced like they’d forgotten how to stand still. The celebration was already in full swing. Which was great, because I liked this song. Between us the sensible talk never lasted too long. There was never a day she didn’t call me out on my bullshit, and that I didn’t take the opportunity to tell her she was being a bitch. No matter what, we spoke our own language. In a way, I guess it made our bond stronger than the other guys of our group; that’s why she trusted me to be here. To show her boyfriend that us idiots weren’t all that bad. “Relationship goals!” a woman oohed over me. I ignored her and stayed watching she and her boyfriend stare lovingly a