This weekend was my friend Charlie’s fiftieth. He is a superior example of a guy. He is one of my closest friends. He is really cute (who doesn’t love that in a man).
It’s funny how you can become friends with the girl part of a couple, and if you’re lucky, you’ll like the guy part ok. But I like Charlie, more than ok, he’s become one of my closest friends. He’s easy going, but deeply thoughtful. He’s smart, with the ability to really hash out a dilemma. He’s a great writer and story teller, and is always making short films to raise money for good causes, for people’s birthdays, graduations, and film festivals. He takes his job as a dad seriously. He is a do-gooder like no other, constantly helping with school events that matter, people in need, family and friends. He’s sly and always up for fun. He makes me laugh. He’s real, without pretense, or conceit.
He’s one of those people I feel privileged to know. Sometimes you just get lucky like that.