Keeping in touch as a guy is weirdly simple and also somehow an Olympic sport. Most of us are not FaceTiming for an hour or writing essays in the group chat. No one’s scheduling Zoom catch-ups with a glass of wine, but honestly, that sounds kinda fun. Still—the boys gotta stay connected.
Step one? The group chat. It might be dead for three weeks, then suddenly explode over a fantasy trade or a meme from 2012. Doesn’t matter. The thread exists, and that’s enough. Someone drops “yo y’all see this?” and it’s like the gang never left.
Snapchat? That streak might be hanging by a thread, but it’s alive. Half the time, it’s a blurry pic of a ceiling fan. Doesn’t matter. It’s a handshake in digital form.
Gaming? Underrated bonding. If you’ve ever had a deep life convo while getting cooked in Warzone, you know what I’m talking about. Xbox Live is basically therapy with more screaming.
Random calls outta nowhere? Elite move. No warning, no agenda. Just, “Yo bro, remember when you fell down that hill at formal?” Boom—30-minute nostalgia trip.
Also, pull up unannounced. If you’re in their town, you don’t text “Can I come over?” You text, “I’m outside.” That’s how guys show love—spontaneous chaos.
Bottom line? We’re low-maintenance, but we show up. A meme, a game, a dumb story from last night. That’s all it takes. Dudes might not say “I miss you” out loud, but we’ll definitely tag you in a video of a raccoon doing pull-ups, and honestly—sometimes that’s even better.
