My friend Bud, and how I learned to live with him
My friend Bud, and how I learned to live with him.
Sometimes I get the question why I’m still single. That isn’t answered easy.
Part of it is because I wanted to spend my time and attention on something else, part of it is: I didn’t find the right one yet.
Part of it has to do with my friend Bud.
Let me tell you about him.
First I didn’t like him at all.
Every time his name got mentioned I got sad, and it happened.
I got to know a girl that I liked, we became friends and in some cases I got fond of her.
So I tried to turn our friendship into something more.
And that is when he showed up.
They would say something like: *Listen, I like you. You are a very good friend Bud Nuthinmoore…*
And I hated him.
The more I heard his name the more I hated Bud Nuthinmoore.
He would always get in the way of my attempts to get a relationship.
But after a while I started to see him differently.
I started to listen to what came before his name.