the chronicling of a great friendship.

was going through some ol' pics and thought i'd share:

from our interpretation of the words "casual formal"

to votes and political conversations (congrats dave, i usually ignore people who talk politics)

to dancin' in the streets

or throwing flowers in them.

friends like these are a pair of rose-colored glasses.

a checklist

are you the right kind of man for my coworker?

- no chronic drug users

- no popped collars

- no backwards hats

- no button-down pinstripe shirts

- no saying "J-Mo," it's jameson

- needs a job

- preferably a car too

- cool, cocky, but somehow not an asshole

- taller than her (let's start at 6 feet)

- needs to be physically able to pick her up

in other news, my coworker and i have very different mindsets about this kind of thing...

sometimes

we lose our dignity.

at times

we have to go all the way back to where we lost it

and really think:

now where did i put it?

at other times

we get a clearly-written map placed right in our hands.

it was here.

and there.

here's how you pick it back up again.

and then there are times

where you wake up and you are blanketed with it.

you did nothing to reclaim it but rest;

and it's warm

and it's comforting

and it's everything it should be.

matchmaking:

all the excitement of a new crush/relationship with none of the responsibility/hurt.

am i right or am i right? i don't know why i haven't tapped into this hobby before...