Will You Be My GF? ‘Varalotti, I think you have the psychological disease of always walking over the cliff, standing too close to the precipice ready to fall any time. You were saved several times. But this time, you had it!’ The minds of the wonderful moderators have already started working overtime. This time I am not going to ask you to sit with me and talk about adaptation and survival of the fittest. Nor am I going to ask you to be my valentine and talk about Paulo Coelho. Nor ask you to play with me and discuss the winning strategy. For change this time I am doing to talk about what I really meant when I chose the title. Yes! Friendship between men and women has always been at best a very slippery area. We have had hundreds of stories, quite a lot of films and millions of real-life incidents. Why go far? This great site is one illuminating example of man-woman friendships. And a number of threads in this site have focussed on extra-marital affairs, platonic friendships developing into something else, well-meaning men and women slipping into life-destroying affairs just like that. (Even yours truly has written quite a lot on this subject). In a little more than a month’s time I will become a Golden Earthlite (if that term can be coined and used). A Golden ILite is one who has made a thousand posts; a golden earthlite is one who has celberated golden jubilee in this world, I mean, has completed 50 years of existence. When I could not sleep the other day I was musing on my women friends and the relationship I have been having with them. (Indhu, I know you wont come to this thread; but even if you come, please think that this is a work of fiction. For others, it is real, realer than the realest real) I have seen many men of my age being caught in nasty affairs even though they do not have many women friends. But with about half a dozen close women friends, I have never sunk into an affair. I should attribute this to the inexplicable Grace of God. I should also hasten to add that being an accountant and an auditor I had my own system of internal and external controls to avoid my slipping into an affair. Till I was 35, I always kept a distance from women. (‘Don’t blow your own trumpet, Sridhar. The women kept a safe distance from you.’ Who else but my DW can make such a comment?) With women who always had a seductive look for me (‘bluff, bluff’) I always maintained a minimum distance of a mile. When I was around 40 , I had attained a fairly good balance between my harmones and my head. Only then did I venture out to seek good friends from the opposite sex. Even then I carefully avoided women whom I can see or relate to every day. I chose friends who do not live in my place, those who live far away and with those the only means of communication is the Email or the telephone. Those relationships deepened my understanding of the human nature. It is no coincidence that I started having women friends when I was around 40 and that I started writing almost at the same time. Naturally many of my stories focussed on women. I have described three of the closest women friends in my thread The Other Women in My Life. The purpose of this thread is to describe a few tender moments I had with them.