She Said, Z Said: Does the Art of Manliness Include New Friends?
Searching for the meaning of meaningful male bonding in the age of modern man
She: You’re not exactly a shrinking violet. Some have even described you as the life of the party. So why do you have no friends?
Z: Why are you so mean? I have friends.
She: Any friend you made last century doesn’t count.
Z: Oh.
She: You haven’t made a new friend in over a decade. Maybe two decades. Certainly not since you met me. Really, I’m guessing you’ve never made a friend. They all found you.
Z: Did I accidentally kill your puppy or something? Why are you so mean?
She: I’m not mean, I’m just curious. I make new friends all the time. Work, school, volunteering for stuff, random connections. I’m always willing to at least go out for coffee with a new person, and sometimes those new people become new friends.
Z: You make promiscuity sound like a good thing.
She: You seem like you’re more of a people person than I am, but really you’re not.
Z: I’m a 45-year-old man with a wife and a child. I live in the town where I grew up, and where a number of my childhood friends still live. I think this completely explains why I don’t make new friends.
She: Laziness.
Z: You know I’m lazy, but that has nothing to do with it. Who am I going to go make a new friend with? The mailman? I don’t exactly go trolling at bars for new man friends.
She: Work, school, random connections. It’s not that hard. You meet new people all the time. You could do stuff with them.
Z: I’m happy with the friends I have. They take up plenty of my time, and they’re still perfectly nice. I might even be friends with a couple of them if I met them now.
She: Only if they called you — repeatedly. Which I guess is what they do now. You don’t even initiate any plans with your friends you do have unless I goad you into it.
Z: It would throw off the delicate balance of my social life vs. hiding in my garage man cave if I were to do any of the work.
She: I’d be OK with that.
Z: Besides, I don’t want to give you a heart attack when I tell you that I’m going out for a beer with Frank.
She: Who’s Frank?
Z: Exactly. My fictional new friend Frank. It would freak you out. Which might be kind of fun.
She: I would be thrilled if you became friends with Frank.
Z: No, you wouldn’t. You’d be annoyed that I was out having a beer while you weren’t.
She: I would be thrilled, especially if I liked Frank’s wife and they had a few kids for Koss to play with. That would be great. I can’t wait to meet Frank and Bev.
Z: Bev?
She: Fictional Frank’s fictional wife.
Z: What am I going to talk to Frank about? How exhausting is that, to have to explain 45 years of history when I’m already surrounded by people who know most of that.
She: That doesn’t stop you from repeating it, repeatedly.
Z: Besides, I think it’s perfectly normal for middle-aged men not to make new friends. The only married guy I can think of who still makes new friends is A, and he’s always been hugely indiscriminate in his friend making.
She: Which explains why you’re his friend.
Z: Why does this bother you so much?
She: Because you’re a complete fraud. Everyone thinks of you as this super social guy who’s very friendly and outgoing, but really you’re a cranky misanthrope.
Z: I like some people.
She: Mostly attractive women who in your mind are always so much more interesting and funny than their husbands are.
Z: You’re right. Forget about Frank. I’m going to give Bev a call.
She: Yay! A new friend! Just make sure you don’t go out with her any time this month, ‘cause I’m busy and we don’t have a sitter.
Z: Yes, dear.
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» wrote on 07/27/10 @ 09:33 AM
I’ve heard the same thing about men keeping their childhood friends and not making new ones. It probably has to do with the fact that they still watch sporting events, or play sports or poker together, which is exactly what they did in high school. ... I’m just saying!
» wrote on 07/26/10 @ 11:09 AM
As one of your real life friends, I’m concerned about this new guy you’re trying to introduce into our little circle. If Frank wants to become a friend, he’ll have to buy his way in just like I did. And forget Bev - you know we have a “no girls” policy.
No special favors, ficticious or otherwise.
See you at the treehouse.
-P
» wrote on 07/25/10 @ 08:28 PM
Hello Z and she: I always enjoy reading your posts. And I did once read an article that said most men make their closest male, lifelong friends by age 25. Any men friends met thereafter are not as close and icing, I mean, frost on the beer mug of life.

