Remember when making a new friend was as simple as exchanging a plastic shovel and fist of sand with one other? Maybe a few awkward looks and anti-sharing temper tantrums but before you knew it, you had a bff (translation for my dad: bff= best friend for life). If only it was still that easy… These days, one must be a bit more creative and engaging to land solid friendships. Especially if you are out of school, not originally from the area, not married, have no children, live off the main drag, and commute 45 minutes both ways to work…i.e. me. I am anything but anti-social and I find myself to be pretty entertaining as well as a good friend to my closest gal pals.
But I have found this new Charleston adventure of mine to be…dare I say it, for the most part “friendless”. I know that sounds terrible and pathetic when I read it back to myself out loud but it’s mostly true. And don’t get me wrong, I am anything but lonely and sad about this, I just know that I will eventually grow tired and a little nutty from trying to have conversations with my dog.
I know that every new experience is what you make of it and anything rewarding and good requires effort, but why is it so damn hard to make that first step? Unlike guys, it’s a bit taboo for us ladies to go to the bar alone, order up a cocktail and start chatting it up with the female sitting in the next seat… that tends to come off a bit, shall we say creeper? Same experience has been had at the pool area as well for that matter! Whatever happened to the simple exchange and mutual agreement of something fun (like sand) to ignite the start of a fabulous new found friendship. I suppose we shall see and continue taking it one day at a time…and try not to weird out too many of the other pool goers…
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