It’s so funny, how we don’t talk anymore! 
Can men and women be friends? I’m beginning to wonder. Recently a couple of my really good males friends have repartnered. Ever since the arrival of the lovely leading ladies in their lives – and truly, bully for them it is excellent news – they have fallen silent. No more discussions about life the universe and everything. No more over-sharing, or just plain sharing as buddies do.What happened to our friendship?
When my generation first met Harry and Sally, we all puzzled over that question: Can Men and Women just be friends?
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I’m saying is – and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form – is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That’s not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don’t.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don’t.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I’m having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I’m saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you’re saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail ‘em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don’t want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn’t matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we’re not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That’s too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.
When I first met Harry and Sally I was flatting with the man who would become the Big Mistake (BM – my first husband) and we were just friends. Until of course in an example of life imitating art, and due largely to a very large bottle of port, we were no longer just friends.
Fast track 17 years or so and I was single again and rebuilding my social life. When I first left BM I was hurt to lose so many friends and to discover that single women don’t have an easy place in our coupled-up society.
Whilst my ex was being offered hot dinners and laundry services by women who had previously been ‘my’ friends, I was shunned. Not only by the husbands in these couples but also, perhaps more horribly, by the wives. In the two years or so that I was single I was invited by only one of my female friends to have a meal at her place with her husband. With her there too, of course…
Party invitations dried up. My son’s best friend’s parents even put a stop to the boys hanging out. It was hard going being a social pariah. What’s worse was I hadn’t done anything wrong. I hadn’t had an affair. I hadn’t cheated and lost significant amounts of the family’s funds, squirreled away in the Caymans or somewhere! Yet those same blokes with whom we’d been friends as a couple, surreptiously made come-on’s behind their wives’ backs.
It was as if becoming suddenly single meant that I was gagging for it and was there for the taking. And blokes came out of the woodwork to do the asking! Behind their wives’ backs! Or did I somehow put out sexual overtones?
It was a weird situation to be in and for a while there I retreated completely and busied myself in making new friendships with a new crowd of recently single women. I enjoyed hanging out with the girls and hitting the town as one of the ‘single ladies’.
All the single ladies, all the single ladies….put your hands up! It was great fun. Like being twenty again, but with more cynical chat-up lines.
The only downside was that I missed male company. I’ve worked in male dominated industries most of my life and I really enjoy having blokes around. I like the way they’re direct and don’t pussyfoot around with being nice to your face only to stab you in the back!
After a while I made some great male friends, one of whom moved from being boyfriend to friend the other was always just a friend. Time went by and of course I met my Englishman and moved over here. I still kept in touch with my male friends, chatting on Facebook and catching up when they were in town. My bloke didn’t have a problem with this, but I’ve noticed since both male friends have repartnered they’ve not been in contact so much. Do their girlfriends have a problem with me?
Is it the can’t be just friends thing? Are their girlfriends’ suspicious? Or jealous? Of what?
Is Harry right? Does the potential for sex always underpin relationships between men and women?
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