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When I moved to Dallas almost four years ago, I was alone and despondent. I had no friends.

All of my longtime buddies were 270 miles south, in San Antonio, where I had spent the previous eight years of my life.

I was sad.

But now I have some of the greatest friends ever! Here's just a sampling of who I like to call "My Inner Circle":



This is Bubba H.

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Bubba has three postgraduate degrees, and I consider him to be the smartest, most disciplined man I know. He is the embodiment of a "scholar and gentleman."
Bubba is a Professor of Mexican-American Studies at Brookhaven College. He is a very motivated man--a straight arrow, if you will--and I constantly strive to model my life after his.
Bubba's doctoral thesis was titled, "Booze and Its Effects on Interracial Dating," and he consistently attempts to test his hypotheses (6 nights a week) at various unsavory gathering places in the Addison area. I envy his dedication to his profession. Taking the Golden Rule one step further, Bubba lives by the Silver Bullet Rule: "If she's ugly, drink 18 Coors Lights until she's cute enough to bag..."




This is Abby G.

Abby is an absolute doll. She is the quintessential "modern, successful, confident woman." A woman of her stature is finicky about who she lets near, so I consider myself blessed to be one of her closest chums.
Abby hosts the finest, most exclusive dinner parties East Dallas has ever seen. The guest lists at her soirees read like a 'who's-who' of Texas' most rich and famous, and Abby is always a model of decorum and poise while entertaining.
Her restrained and dignified manner makes her pleasing to keep company with, and I can only wish to someday possess even 1/10th of the class that Abby possesses.

This is Gabriel H.
I admire Gabriel for his tireless devotion, loyalty, compassion, and dedication to his girlfriend. Their relationship is the stuff of dreams (or, of a cheesy Disney movie).
His significant other always comes first, and I respect the manner in which he revolves his life around her every whim. Spend just five minutes in their presence, and you will hear pure, unbridled love coming from his mouth: "Baby, can I eat a bite of real meat tonight, instead of the veggie stuff?" "Baby, is it okay if I sit on the sofa--instead of the floor--tonight?" "Honey, can I have two slices of bread on my sandwich today? I promise I'll workout an extra 10 minutes..." "Sweetie, can I watch SportsCenter while you go to the mall? I promise I'll TiVo Oprah for you..."
Gabriel's a good man, and we should all aspire to be more like him.



This is Michael R.
Michael is studying to be a Catholic deacon, and he lives his life accordingly. Except for the occasional sip of wine at mass, Michael leads a ramrod-straight existence. He sets a high standard for me to follow and, though I rarely measure up, his grace and compassion towards my sordid lifestyle are wonderful to receive.
In between bible studies, Michael mentors a group of underprivileged youngsters, taking them to football games and demonstrating how a real man of God should live his life. He is the perfect role model.

I'm sorry if I left anybody out... But I think it's obvious-- these guys clearly are the cream of the crop.

See you soon, everybody!!

BFF, paul :)