The main reason I’m not a lesbian is because, well, how do I put this delicately? Women are crazy. We never say what we mean or do what we say. On the opposite spectrum, men are about as difficult to read as coloring book. Don’t get me wrong, I love my girlfriends, but guy friends are so low maintanace, it’s like having a friendship with a cactus.

Some of the most rewarding friendships I’ve ever had have been with those of the male species. Guys I’ve taken classes with, lived next to and worked with, side-by-side in a long line of crappy jobs. These easy-going guys seem to stay in my life, while a lot of the drama-loving girls I’ve befriended have fallen by the wayside.

Girls with guy friends aren’t tomboys or hair-pulling, girl-haters. We just know the joys of spending an occasional evening without being forced to talk about our mothers, our body flaws, our handbags, our periods and we’ll never be asked to split a dessert. No need to put Nancy Drew on the case to figure out why I get along so well with men.

I’m grateful for my guy friends because they’re easy going. Instead of needing two days to figure out what they’re going to wear and who’s on the guest list, you can send a text message and in 10 minutes you’ll have six guys in your living room, eating a meat-lovers pizza, gulping beer and watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Clever girls know a guy friend will give you all the benefits of really great boyfriend, without having to do his laundry.

That’s why I’m grateful for my guy friends.