So, here’s something embarrassing. And isn’t that what life’s all about; embarrassing ourselves? Doing things that normal people may not do and then sharing it with anyone within gossip distance?
Because I hang out with mainly single emotionally immature comedian, writer, actress types, I was peer pressured into joining My Space. Yes, I know, I know, I could very easily get arrested for trying to get into some 13 year old’s pants. I’ve seen it on Dateline like the rest of America but…here’s the thing. One night while boredly perusing the My Space features, I realized that you could put in searches for distinct things such as married women who live in my zip code. So I did it. It wasn’t a prerequisite that they have a baby because I know many interesting people with no kids but I did want to see if anyone with any semblence of a personality lived within spitting distance of my suburban house. Well, I hit paydirt. One woman, early thirties, hilarious profile, happily married, cute pic (hey, I’m not gay but no one needs really unattractive friends am I right?) popped up in my search. She seemed very funny in her profile which you know is rare. A rare commodity which I would gladly pay for.
I’m a total girls girl. Let that be mentioned now. I have always had a best friend. I do love men with all my heart, hell, I’m even married to one, but I really really relate to women. And not in a “let’s get manni pedi’s and shop til we drop” kind of way. I’m so not girlie in that way except when it comes to my not so small obsession with lip gloss. I can’t seem to own enough, so okay, I’m a little girlie. But I’m also addicted to online poker and follow football each and every season. ANYWAY…
I asked the My Space girl, let’s just call her Shannon, to be my friend and she said yes. Isn’t that so third grade? But it turns out, she lives literally down the street from me so after a lot of emailing back and forth to be sure this wasn’t some Single White Female situation, we had coffee. And we clicked. Don’t you just love clicking with a new girlfriend? Like you can talk and talk and time flies and you forget about your “possible” drinking problem and your unrelenting anxiety and the boring state of your life for a few glorious hours? And today we hung out again. She’s cool with babies – loves them in fact. Or is a good actress, has many of the same interests as I do and I could listen to her talk for days. Plus, my favorite, she’s open and honest and not afraid to tell me embarrassing shit on our second date.
I am in! And if any of you decide to move to LA, we can be friends too. I’ve got enough female love to go around!