In a sweaty dance studio late one Thursday night, learning how to vogue to Ariana Grande’s Yes, and? is where I first felt it—what Good Love looks like. I was with my Male Best Friend, in a simple white singlet and loose pant combo, when I realised true love for another man had never made so much sense—and we’d never even kissed.
A couple of months earlier, I’d had a bleak dating experience that left me feeling hollow and disillusioned and (don’t tell my therapist) resentful of men. I stopped wanting to dress cute, put myself out there or even be looked at, which felt like a shameful relinquishing of my 21st century Evolved Woman Energy. And then I made a Male Best Friend that changed the way I feel about love entirely.
