TOMBOY? Who, ME?

Can anyone say "FOUR?"

That's what I've always been... one of four. The last of four. The surprize that I'm not sure anyone wanted until they had no choice but to take me. I was the one that was suddenly there, kicking and screaming; the strong one, the one that was never really part of the group. My father's daughter, and as my sister says, the son he never had. The tomboy.
I had a normal childhood, for me anyway. I think up through middle school I can count the female friends I had on one hand, and I couldn't begin to imagine the amount of guy friends I've had. What did I do that made me fit in so well with them? I guess the question is more like, what didn't I do? Even in college, I would rather hang out with guys than with girls, with exception of one or two close girlfriends. I chose to go to a technical institute with four guys to every girl, and I will be living with six guys next school year. I played football in high school, and practiced hurdles at an all boys school. I hung out at a motorcycle shop, and rebuilt a motorcycle in my driveway. I helped my Dad work on his truck, and finally bought my own... the biggest thing I could imagine. If a guy were to drive it, you could definately say he had a small penis.
I am a quadruplet, sharing my birthday with Rebecca, Sara and Tracy.

Training?

I have played sports since I was a little girl, and my choldhood is filled with memories of soccer practices and games, and a few dance lessons for good measure. I played soccer and football with the boys at recess in school, and was one of the first ones picked in kickball, or whatever else I played, be it co-ed or not. I played football in high school, and would have done wrestling except it conflicted with soccer, and I couldn't have done the conditioning with my asthma.

Friends

"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything." -Muhammad Ali

I have plenty of friends, but only two best friends, and that's the way it should be. There's Jaclin, who I have known for 10 years, and she often knows me better than I know myself. She has been there more times than I can count, and even though we're over 3,000 miles away from each other, she remains my BEST best friend. And here in NY, Mickey is my best friend. I've only known him under a year, but he has been there for me when I needed him, and he makes me laugh every day, which is priceless, and means the world to me.

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Caring for your new Platonic Friend
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