Don’t be lame.

When I see photos of big groups of girls in summer dresses I want to run away.

Photos of flowers behind ears.

Photos of giggles and friendship.

And then the comments follow. Aww my hartsvriendin, multiple bouncing red hearts, nostalgic outbursts and the knowledge that they are secretly competing with each other to look better in their above-the-knee ensembles.

Like I said, give me some running shoes, or preferably a horse, and I’m off.

So what I’d like to do in that situation is to disperse my mind in the idea that multiple same-gender friendships are not that relevant to my life. I’m talking about that over-indulgence into the female gender — there seems to be this false idea that because we’re girls, we need to backpack, drink cocktails, drink wine and watch movies in packs of females only. The constant No boys allowed pinned to the doors of the female existence.

I refuse it.

I would rather immerse myself (and my excellent conversational abilities) into a conversation that does not end in nods and always being nice. Because guys don’t have to giggle at all your jokes or agree with your stubborn boyfriend’s opinions, to gain your approval.

Okay and I’m not saying that all girl friendships are a necklace of giggles and underlying jealousy, since I am infatuated with my girlfriends at the moment. All I’m saying is that a little bit of pepper mixed with salt always makes for a great and tasty dish — mix up the sexes, man.

Yes, sometimes there is a mutual attraction between friends. Sometimes your friendship adoration turns into chemistry and ultimately turns into a relationship thingy (because everyone nowadays seem to marry their best friends — ah cheese).

But sometimes that’s not the situation.

Sometimes the friendship chemistry balances perfectly on the verge of appropriateness.

Essentially (not to be confused with capital e Essentialism), I believe that friendships are sometimes more true than relationships. With males or females. You make plans to spend time with them on their birthdays, you drink bottles and bottles of wine with them, you tell them why you hate that stupid girl in your class and you go to see them play their first gig in a dingy club. It’s commitment, without checking in every hour and full-blown jealousy and unrealistic expectations. So no wonder you sometimes dangle on the edge of the cliff of falling in-love, because any good (or even great) friendship should have a little infatuation in there. If not, then why are you spending so much time with this person?

Surprisingly, you can actually have a great friendship on the edge of that cliff. Take a blanket, drink good wine and make a day out of it.