There are reasons. Here are my top 2.

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent...

I was telling a girl friend of mine (a friend who's a girl) (see, I don't just have gay men for friends--they are just my closest) about my dentist when she quipped, "You know, you really have a lot of gay men in your life. I'm not sure how healthy that really is."

I often wonder why I like hanging out with gay men. Is it the fashion advice? The hot guy-on-guy action? Kidding! Totally kidding!

As Saturday came and went, I realized that there are some very good reasons why I enjoy hanging out with gay men.

First, women are catty bitches. Now, this is not to say that gay men aren't but not to the extent as women (besides, gay men tend to have more drama so I think this balances them out.) Women will talk incessantly about other women behind their backs. This talk is not usually nice talk either. They will tell one "friend" what another told her about the other friend. Then, she'll turn right around and do it to the other person.

I had an experience on Saturday where I had said something to my friend Mandy about Ashley. It was nothing bad, I was just expressing my frustrations about her. I thought that Mandy would keep this in confidence. She didn't. She ended up telling the rest of her office. Tracy, who works in her office heard and told Ashley what I had said. Needless to say, this didn't go over well with Ashley. It annoyed me that Tracy was involved. The situation had nothing to do with her and she stuck her nose right in it and made it worse.

I realize that as I'm typing this that I too participate in the cattiness of women. Okay, sure. I'll admit it. I do. But I don't pit one woman against another by saying things about others. I don't cause or create drama; I help to alleviate it. At least, I try.

My other reason was evident Saturday night.

Gay men are fun. Like, I can hang out with them and laugh the entire night or I'm never bored because they are just so much fun. Fun, as in "I'm laughing so hard I'm about to pee my pants fun."

Saturday night Scott and I went over to Arlyn's friends' new home. They had just moved in and had a little get together with friends. What started as a small thing soon turned into an insanely huge and fun party. I kept seeing gay men that I knew and it was funny to figure out the whole "six degrees of separation" thing with them.

Scott and I aren't social butterflies. We are content hanging out and talking to the people we know at the party and not going out to talk to and make other friends. But that didn't preclude us from having a good time. With so many people in a small house, you can't help but make friends with strangers and talk to at least everyone at least once.

I had a heart-to-heart bonding experience with Robb and philosophized on life and Brokeback Mountain with Joe. I drank and the more I drank, the more fun things became. Scott and I had a theory about what was the life of the party: the music (in the study), the booze (in the kitchen) or Arlyn's puppy (who was wandering around). You see, more people seemed to gravitate towards one of these things. We theorized that since the booze and music never moved, that the puppy must be the draw.

Yes, we were drinking when we came up with this theory.

At the end of the night, things started to get crazy when Weston and LeGrande started doing an "interpretative dance" of pregnancy and birth. My face actually hurt from laughing so hard.

I think that me being a tom boy growing up is one of the reasons I enjoy hanging out with guys more than girls. I always have gotten along with men more than women--even straight men.

These are two reasons I love hanging out with gay men and would choose them anyday over women (even lesbians).