Andi Pandi

I met my best friend matt in college.

After that we don't agree on anything.

I saw him in the dorm with a plaid baseball hat and his bike, in the elevator.

I called him "Plaid Hat Guy". Inventive, no?

We drank drinks at Rogues Gallery. I drank Godiva Martinis. He drank Vanilla Stoli and Coke.

I worked at a tanning salon for a while. Matty brought me nachos and coke and tanned while I cleaned up at night.

We took some psych class (human sexuality?) together.

I turned to the people I was with, and introduced him to everyone as "mike"...

At Christmas break one year (were we juniors?) I gave him my parent's phone number on a corner of notebook paper...He found it a few years ago and took a picture of it and sent it to me...He still has it.

In his wallet.

Over the years Matty dated some people (Hello Kitty, The Druggie Psycho and the Red Haired Girl).

I dated some people (Fiance Number 1, The Farm Guy, and Fiance Number 2).

We never dated each other. We tried...we couldn't get it right. So we just laughed it off, ate more nachos, drank more coke.

We were together on New Years Eve 1999. At my parent's house.

I had surgery. Fiance Number 1 didn't show up.

Matt came. His mom baked cookies. He brought me the Godiva White Chocolate Assortment.

It was magically delicious.

Sometimes we don't talk for months at a time.

Because I am mad.

About shit I never remember.

He always forgives me.

We've only seen each other twice in five years.

That's not nearly enough for people who talk every single day.

He came and took me to the movies in my wheelchair.

We sat on the front porch swing and rocked.

I fell asleep.

It was the best nap ever.

I wear butterfly pins in my hair. Because he liked it the first time I did it. Now it is my signature.

Matt tells me I am "Scientific and Important". It is the nicest compliment I have ever received, I think.

Matty is never in any pictures.

He is always taking them.