From When Harry Met Sally...
Harry: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
I love Nora Ephron. And it was from her fertile, brilliant mind that sprung the story of Harry Burns and Sally Albright. From personal experience I know that Harry is full of crap. I am friends with a number of men where sexual attraction is not an issue. Okay, fine. So most of them are gay. Let's not quibble about the details. Because it's about the specifics. Which I shall now explain. I have embarked on a social experiment which may ultimately prove or disprove Harry's male/female friendship conundrum. At least in this one specific case. Meaning that the sample is far too small to have any scientific validity. From this point forward, my experiment will be referred to as Friendship According To Impertinent Harry, or FAITH*. FAITH has been fully deployed and is in progress, but at this time it is too soon to report any conclusive results. As John Donne said, reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right. And as we all know, moi suffers from right/left confusion. If this experiment does not kill me, I will be so freaking strong.
*Yes, I am perfectly aware that Friendship According To Impertinent Harry forms the acronym FATIH. Please. FATIH makes no sense at all. I reserve artistic license to swap around the t and i.