Bromance

I first heard of the concept of Bromance while riding on the TTC subway, avoiding eye contact with strangers while staring at advertisements along the top panels of subway cars. There it was, this guy Brody that I had learned about from what I think was the Hills. I think he's some famous dude who's super cocky and good with girls, and a trouble maker on the Hollywood scene. Whatever. But to be honest, without knowing much about what a Bromance is and what the show is about, I could pretty much figure out its main premise. I thought it must be like the Paris Hilton show BFF (best friends forever), where she tries to find her next best friend. Lame. And I also thought that the idea of a guy trying to find his own best friend, or companion to be, through a show, well I thought it sounded rather gay frankly. No offense to you if you are gay (not that there is anything wrong with that):).

I just think it would create an awkward situation for two guys, both strangers to each other, to have to meet up in that sort of pretext while trying to find out more about each other. To me it sounds like a date. I mean what would the conversation be like? 'So tell me dude, what are you into?' 'What kind of sports do you like?' 'If I found my self in a precarious situation, would you have my back dude? Would you?'

But then the miraculous occured to me. I've been on a few Brodates myself. In fact, I love some of my current Bromances. And I'm secure in admitting this. Even today I went out on a Brodate that I'll explain to you. My Brodude, well we'll call him Mr. B., so that he remains anonymous.

Well I called up Mr. B today and asked him to join me to head down to a guitar shop called Long and McQuade. We met at the subway and headed down. We chatted as normal Brodudes do. It was great.

Then as we headed into the guitar shop I felt like a little kid in a candy store. There were guitars everywhere; electric, acoustic, bass and the whole works. There was no other place I would rather be. And deep inside, as I glanced over at my Brodate, I realized nothing could be better than this.

After renting a nice acoustic guitar and strapping it on my back, I felt like a travelling musician as me and my Brodate walked through the winter streets. All we needed was a highway and we would be bona fide hitch hiking musicians. Next we headed for a pint and a burger. The ideal Brodate meal. Unfortunately at the Jack Astors we stumbled upon, there were no hot girl waitresses for at least myself to fancy. But I didn't let that ruin the day.

Well, tonight my Brodate continues, as I'll be meeting Mr. B. for a night on the town at a Funk jam hosted by promoters called Footprints. In fact it was Mr. B. who introduced me to this type of venue, music and crowd, and I truly love it.

So before I go and judge Brody for having his own show called Bromance, I must admit I've been on my own fair share of Brodates. And well, they're fantabulous. Don't get me wrong, the whole 'cold meet' idea between two guys, seems a bit queer to me, but to each their own.

Now I haven't really experienced a severe break up with any of my Bromances. I could only imagine the hurt.