During a sleepover at my childhood best friend Mark's house in Fraser, Michigan, he once declared to me in the dark after a lengthy conversation about the female friends in our lives that he "loved being best friends with hilarious girls!" (With Nina, Rosanna and Kristen in our lives, it really summed it up rather perfectly.) It was the closest either one of us ever came to coming out to one another until college -- when he admitted he was gay and I confessed my own bisexuality (mwwwuuuaaah!!!!!) -- and I'm pretty sure it was chicks like Melinda Hill that made us feel the way we did.
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