Jack of Harts

Rosalie and Rosalind were pretty much the perfect girl friends a growing young boy like me could have. They were blonde-haired, blue-eyed, drop dead gorgeous bombshells, not that I noticed the last part until I was older. I could flirt with them all day long, and they gave back as good as they got. And that’s the whole story, there. No drama. No crazy. No tales of loves lost and found or heartbreaks or anything like that. They were just some of the best and most dependable friends in my life. I loved them like sisters. I know there are rumors that I loved them more than that, but they were not interested in me in that way. It was basically the ultimate friends and family zone. They were the best wingmen a young man could ask for. They were girls doncha know, they knew all the best girls in town, and they knew which ones would maybe like to hang around with a rascal like me. I loved them so much for that, let me tell you.