hit snooze a few times this morning. perfect rainy morning to do so. i stayed up late watching girly shows and drinking some red wine, part of the time with my close girlfriend nicole. she’s been in new york city for work the past week or so, and i left a few days before her for switzerland.
the second she walks in the door and sits down, she just looks at me and says, “so how are you?” and in that question there are worlds, and she’ll sit to hear them all. and then the tables turn, i ask the very same thing. next thing you know a couple hours have passed, a bottle of wine is gone, and a lot of healing is completed.
i grew up terrified of girls. it was small town iowa. i was really dorky then not so dorky, and no matter what, girls were never people i trusted. seriously, none of them. looking back, it’s not their fault, that’s just the way it was then and there, and i probably wasn’t worth trusting either. when i finally got to college, with the exception of a couple of crazies, i was in the clear. i remember standing in a bathroom line at a bar and a girl telling me she liked my shirt. i’m sure i looked at her skeptically waiting for something really nasty to slip out of her mouth next. but, nope, it didn’t, and if i recall correctly we were pretty good friends my freshman year.
the past couple of years, especially 28 and 29 and i know it will only continue, i have needed my girlfriends, whether we are sitting around the table with vino, or talking across the country. i have never had more questions (them either), i have never been able to give more answers.
“friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another: ‘what? you too?! i thought i was the only one.’”
- cs lewis