Since I moved into my new high-rise building, I have made a lot of nice, friendly straight male friends. This is a new experience for me, as for many years I largely surrounded myself with gay men. Not that I am complaining, of course, but I am so amazed with how open minded and non-judgmental many straight men have become, in terms of having gay friends to hang out and chill with.
You're a wife and mother to a four-year-old with another baby on the way. I, on the other hand, am still single, trying to figure out my next career move and wondering if I'll ever find a husband or have kids. I know we've always called ourselves "best friends," but lately I've been wondering if we're living up to the title.