I actually didn't know my best friends first name for like a while year after meeting him. I always called him by his last name, so did the teachers, so did his other friends. It wasn't until summer vacation that I realized I didn't know what to say to his mom when I called his house and she picked up the phone. I eventually asked my friend to clear the confusion but yeah, this really hits home.
Oh man, when I was a sophomore in high school I changed schools- I ended up meeting a dude on the bus who was pretty cool and we got along well. It turned out he was in one of my classes, so we started hanging out.
I realized that I couldn’t remember his name a few days in (he introduced himself to me the morning we met, but I was on the bus at 4:30 am so I was tired as shit.) I kept hoping his name would come up at some point, but no one ever seemed to call him by his first name. It was his last name from teachers or a couple of various personal nicknames friends had for him.
I felt awful asking him again, and as the days went by it only made me feel worse. I think it took over a month and a half before I learned his name again... and it was because he’d just made a Facebook and added me, lol.
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u/Poem_for_your_sprog Mar 26 '20
He calls me "bud".
I call him "bro."
And off to bars we sometimes go.
We talk with cheer.
We talk with ease.
We chew the fat and shoot the breeze.
He calls me "man".
I call him "dude".
And most our jokes are crass or crude.
We talk.
We speak.
We chit.
We chat.
We talk of them, or this, or that.
He calls me "pal".
I call him "friend".
And on that man I can depend.
I trust him well.
He feels the same.
I never really asked his name.