There is a new term being thrown around and it’s never fit me better. Saltmate.
Saltmates play on the idea of being “salty” – that is, being upset or mad and applies it to friendships.
A saltmate is the friend you can be salty with without fear of judgment.
“Laura and Tina are always bitching about their internet dropping out – they must be saltmates.”
If you have ever shared a rough week with your work-wife and spent ten minutes ranting about how you’ve scoffed two-minute noodles at your desk for five days strong, you have a saltmate.
If you have ever promised you’ll meet a friend for “one drink” after work and had to take a taxi home because you had so much to share about your exes, you have a saltmate.
If you have ever met a girl in a club bathroom and bitched about how the music is shit, the drinks are exxy and the crowd is whack, you, my friend, have a saltmate.
I found my first saltmate in Melissa, the freckle-spotted 6-year-old, who would stand with me in the tuck shop line and watch the kids with pocket money dosh out for a sunny boy.