Most of my friends have come and gone. Some have come back after a period of "writing me off". Some have grown frustrated with my crazy self and have cooled. No friend will do "anything" for me, but many have certainly put themselves out to help in specific areas, as I have.
As of now, I have two "best" friends; one, who visits weekly and helps with many things, but almost never does anything social with me. The other, who is without a car and lives with his aging mom, goes to many a movie, dinner, or gay gathering up to about 10:00 or 11:00 PM, then must be taken home, where his mom unlocks the door. Both are in their forties.
I long for a more complete friendship with someone, but at 57, broke and struggling to keep healthy, I am not optimistic.