The True Mark Of Friendship?
August 10, 2010 by Jason Shaw
Jason Shaw, the kooky eccentric English guy is back with more true life confessions from his Seafront Diaries. This time, since Sunday August 1st was “Friendship Day”, exploring the true mark of friendship??
Question for you – Is there a limit to friendship? Certain boundaries that you just don’t cross? How close can close friends be? I like to consider myself as a good friend to have, in fact I firmly believe that friends are your ‘chosen’ family. I’d like to say I’d do anything for my friends, but you know, last week, I had to balk at a recent request from a friend of mine.
Now, this friend, who shall remain nameless, Simon, has been a tad free with his fancies, a little bit loose with his virtue, a little less choosy than perhaps he might have been, a bit well, actually there is no polite skirting around the issue that for the last few months he’s been a bit of a tart!
He split up with his long term boyf at the start of March time and since then he’s been on a bit of a mission, a mission to make up for the last six years of monogamy and well, live it up a bit. And when I say live it up a bit, what I am really grasping for is a euphemism for sleeping around!
Anyway, I got a text from him the other night, rather concerned, all anxious about something or other but not giving much detail away, something about this or that and a chap called Rob, a bang of spanners, a fin and radom! It was late at night, I was at work and I couldn’t really understand what he was going on about, I’m not really up on all that abbreviated text talk. Anyway, the next morning when I got home, we spoke on messenger, and it all became clear, the long and short of it was, Simon thought he’d picked up a sexually transmitted infection, the silly boy and was a tad concerned about it. As well he might, I thought, but hey, I kept that thought to myself. But, hold on one cotton picking second here, don’t rush on, for here is where the whole friendship limit and boundaries kinda thing comes in to play. Simon, wanted my advice, not about what colour tie goes with a plaid shirt, nor how to make the perfect peach cobbler, things that as a friend I’m all too willing to impart. But, oh no, Simon wanted my advice on what was going on downstairs in his trouser department! The cheeky fella was asking for a second opinion kind of thing.
OK, so yes, I’ve had some experience of STI’s and the like when I was a volunteer advisor, but that was more than a few years ago and face to face advice and definitely no examinations! But, hey, as I say, I like to consider myself as a good friend, and before you could say “Mines a pint of your finest best bitter please landlord and a packet of the most scrumptious fried potato slices” Si had dropped his kegs and was bending right over showing me his lower portions where the sun most defiantly doesn’t shine! Yes, I got a right eye full, a sight that I’m not gonna forget in a hurry – worse luck!
I had to confirm that I believed he had a rather savage dose of what we used to call rice crispy arse back in the day, otherwise known as Condyloma acuminata, which in every day talk is commonly known as genital warts! Oh the shame and embarrassment, he was thankful for my webcam diagnosis and hurried off to get an appointment at the local GUM clinic up Kemp Town, and as for me, well lets just say it’s put me off chocolate rice crispy cakes for a good long while!
Oh well, more soon, next time read about proposals, flirting and Florida dreamin!
Jason Shaw
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