The Moving Word

Writer, Preacher, Bookworm, Student of the Word

The Sad Story of the Designated Friend

She was very special to him and he spent whatever time he could with her, taking her to the movies and to dinner. They went to church together and rode horses. He felt warm with the joy she brought him. That is, until the truth rose to the surface like a sea monster.

He was driving her to dinner on a Wednesday and she proclaimed, “I finally found someone I can date!”

Her words struck him like daggers. Since when did she need someone to date? She already had someone! What was she thinking?

Sadly, this lonely young man had returned to the role of which he had become accustomed. The loneliest species of men is the designated friend, and he had taken his familiar place in line. Morose, he forced himself to listen to her trumpet her new boyfriend’s qualities.

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