We’ve (almost) come a long way, baby

A few weeks back, on a Friday night, some friends of mine and I celebrated another friend’s 25th birthday. Unlike many of the “trying to prove I’m still young” bashes, this was a low key affair at our friend’s apartment. Around 2 AM, a few of us were sitting around marveling at how old (and mature I might add) we’ve gotten, many remarking at how nice the event was, and how we no longer felt the need to do many of the “guy” things we used to do, when one friend’s cell phone rang, in what was clearly a booty call.

Being the wiser and more mature guy my friend had just noted he had become, he didn’t hang up and bolt out the door. Instead he told his lady-friend he’d think about it and call her back, as he had had a long week at work and was feeling rather tired. We all noted that a few years back, any one of us would have left immediately, but not now. Instead, he weighed the options, went back and forth on it for awhile, decided he was tired, and then went to call her back and decline the offer. We were all very proud.

Of course, at that exact moment my buddy remembered that he’s a guy, and when calling to decline, instead said, I’ll be right over, and promptly left.

Ah well, we still have far to go.