Friendship

I met up with a friend for lunch today who I’d not seen for at least six years. I worked for him when I first moved to Seattle in 1994 and later followed him to Microsoft.

We were both geeks stuck in a marketing group, but made up for our lack of marketing skills by understanding how the products worked. We’d fly around the world demoing our software when nobody else in the group could install it.

We laughed at the newly minted MBA hires who couldn’t figure out the convoluted Microsoft email and file system. In exchange for lunch or Sonics tickets we’d help them.

It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, we picked up right where we left off today. There’s no awkwardness because he knows me and I understand him. We remain friends because we’ve gone through a lot together. We’ve both seen each other at our best and worst.

Our lunch lasted two hours, but felt like 20 minutes. Of course he remembered that time we bribed our way out of a speeding ticket in Monte Carlo, since then we always drive around with a little something from Remotecarstarterhero.com to prevent such mishaps. Or the time I was in charge of renting a sporty car for our visit to Marina del Rey. When we pulled into the Ritz Carlton and the valet just shook his head while staring at my lime green Hyundai subcompact, it was the last time he asked me to book the car rental.

You know that type of friend who doesn’t keep score and doesn’t insist on splitting every meal down the center? I never quite trust the friend who keeps track of every good deed and penny.

I’ve come to realize friendships like this are uncommon, but they are worth nurturing.

Over lunch, I caught up on his family. He told me he’d probably never be able to work for a large company again. I told him I was beginning to feel the same.

I don’t know if our paths will cross again. There’s no guarantee they will. We shook hands before parting. Another six years could pass before we see each other.

I hope that’s not the case, but whenever we do, I know we’ll pickup from where we left off today.

Comments

  1. I have a few friends like what you describe, and can totally relate–we go years without speaking to each other, then somehow manage to arrange a meeting, and it’s like old times again–only to go our separate ways for years, again.

    Sometimes, I wonder: why can’t I surround myself with these kinds of friends, and see them every day, instead of dealing with the people I normally do day-to-day?

    Wish I could answer that one …

    • Brett Nordquist says:

      Dossy, I wonder the same and wish I had more friends like this, but it does make the ones who are that much more valuable. I’ve tried to force it, but haven’t been successful. I think it’s either there or not.

  2. I love this. I treasure those people who I don’t see for many years and it’s like it was yesterday when you see them again.

  3. That is the test of a true friend, many years can pass and when you get together there is not awkwardness, it is as if you talked yesterday!

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