The Guy Pal is a necessity for any married woman. He should be attractive, preferably intelligent, and quite possibly straight (although gay is also possible in the right circumstances). He is there for all the things you can't do with your husband for whatever reason. The Guy Pal (or GP) will take you to the grocery store and actually carry in your groceries, for one thing.
Your GP has the strength to lift things that you can't lift. He can also pick up your medication if you are sick. If your GP is sensitive, he can listen to your problems and give good counsel. Should you need emergency road service or surgery for that matter, he is available to help.
He will share his muscle relaxants with you if you sprain a muscle. Your GP will also compliment your cooking. You can telephone him at any hour and say "There is a dead bird in my laundry. Please do something!" and by God, he will. Your guy pal will let you bitch about your husband, your weight gain, your less desirable family members, and never take it seriously.
In return, you feed him a couple of times a month. You offer your husband's services to him whenever it is appropriate. I took my GP on vacation with me and my husband. This photo is of Nelson and me at the El Rancho Hotel right outside of the Navajo Reservation in Gallup, New Mexico. My husband is also his friend. But most of all, Nelson is my GP. I don't know what I would do without him.
