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“We met at a club down the street. Now it’s a CVS.” Dean points down the block and adjusts his gold framed glasses with a mischievous glint in his eye. “But, I did buy Listerine there the other day. So I guess that’s how it goes.” Matt looks from Dean to me and just sighs with a small smile on his face.
I’ve been with Dean long enough this morning to know that this comment won’t be followed up by a wink or a knowing smile. There will be no clue that this statement is another wry joke accompanied by a straight face. But I laugh anyway, and I see a hint of approval cross his face, as if I’ve finally learned the rules and am now in the club. (Or I just imagine the approval that I want to see..)
While met Dean and his very dry sense of humor for that first time that day, I’ve been friends with Matt for almost ten years. We met my freshman year of college through a mutual friend and I am so grateful for our many years of friendship. It probably goes without saying, but I am also grateful that we’ve both grown into more mature versions of ourselves since then. From questionable fashion choices (mostly me) to questionable boyfriend choices (mostly him), Matt has been my snarky, fairy godmother who is always there to hype me up, hold my hand, and fix my hair.
Matt and Dean, thank you for welcoming me into your little slice of life in Baltimore with coffee, fabulous masks, and lots of laughs. It is obvious how well you two compliment and support each other and it was so lovely to see. Matt, we’ve been through the highs and lows of many relationships together and I am so happy to see you so happy. Dean, welcome to the family.