Don't get me wrong, having been a tomboy as a kid, it was awesome having a little brother you could have sword fights with, skateboard with, and just run around with, with all the boys in the neighborhood. But when I got a little older, I envied my friends who could talk about boys, clothes, and sex with their sisters.
On the other hand, it's probably good I didn't have a sister because one thing I couldn't stand about girls growing up was how catty they were. Probably why I didn't have too many girl friends & enjoyed the company of boys much more.
But as so many good things seem to come my way here in SLC, I've found myself a sister...except he's a boy. His name is Beau. I love him. We have so much fun, when we hang out, we can't stop gabbing. We talk and talk and talk about everything, including sex; and I give him lots and lots of advice because he's 28 & Mormon, and you know what that means.
We talk about all the girls he meets as he is a lady's man (look at his pictures, what girl wouldn't fall for him), we go shopping together for kitchenwares because we both love to cook (he went to a culinary institute), we play music together (he's a fabulous musician), and we decorate together because we both have an innate talent for interior design. It can be exhausting, believe me, but he is so adorable, I can't stop gushing over him.
April & Eve, my two friends here who are sisters have a Sisters' Night every Monday. They meet after work, just the two of them, have dinner and do what sisters do, I imagine- tell secrets and gab all night. Well, I'm no longer jealous, because I'm going to have my own sisters' night with Beau, my new adopted boy-sister.
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