A few months ago I blogged about the 'Trophy Husband' - the guy who's dragged around and paraded by his wife in front of her friends. Well recently I was reminded of another type of trophy - the Trophy Boyfriend. You see, similar to the Trophy Husband, the Trophy Boyfriend is a mere fashion accessory. Hanging on his arm is a skank or some gay drama queen who just wants to show the world what a catch they've landed. Everyone else they knew before will now melt away into the background, to be called upon probably for a random favor or for the obligatory dinner invitation, which of course involves more doting and face-rubbing. Soon you get to hear of exciting job promotions, exotic vacations taken around the world, and how the happy couple are planning to spend the rest of their lives together. Maybe it's Sour Shirley inside me, but sometimes I can't help but hurl just a little bit inside. In many ways, the Trophy Boyfriend is worse than the Trophy Husband - at least with the husband you know that eventually the novelty wears off.

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