A gay best friend is the ultimate wingman
Jake is the helpline I dial when I’m frantically barricaded in a date’s bathroom. He’s the one I model my favorite jeans for when they reach the cusp of looking passably vintage or straight-up hobo fabulous. And he’s definitely the person I bring along to the store when I pick out flowers.
But my friendship with Jake has helped me with more than style and floral arrangements. He has also taught me how to be more romantic and sensitive to women’s needs.
He is my spy for what women want, because of the way they trust and open up to him. Take, for instance, when a girl from our airline told him about her crush on me.
He called me that night. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” I told him I didn't know. “You’re going on a date with Holly." Jake went on to plan the night’s events. He also explained what would win points with Holly, the qualities she was looking for, and what she was passionate about. “A few more quick things," he said. "She doesn’t care about your car, ask to hold her hand, and keep your spirited opinions on the ‘Free the Nipple’ campaign to yourself.”