Dear Seemingly Cool Woman Standing behind Me at Smith's,
Remember when you were four and you could start talking to anyone and be BFFs in a matter of minutes. If someone looked like a good match for your particular self (perhaps she had the Purple Pie Man and you had Strawberry Shortcake and you wanted to battle...), you just walk up and start talking to said little girl and there you have it. Friends for life.
As I've gotten older, I find it so hard to make new friends. I am shy and I won't put myself out there, but if you talk to me, I will answer any question that you feel fit to ask me. (Go ahead. Test me. There's a whole lot you don't want to know, but if you dare ask, I will tell you how it is. That's how I roll.)
Today's errands went like this: Dollar store for newspapers, Borders (for Kelly Clarkson and Christopher Moore book), Sunflower, Smith's. I was flying through Smith's because I didn't want The Boy's mozzarella to go bad (as it is already boiling hot here). While in line, I gave the nice cashier person my cute reusable bags from Whole Foods. The check out begins.
You were behind me in line. You were super nice and struck up a conversation about my cute bags. (They are the "I Used To Be A Plastic Bottle" bags that were always on Top Chef.) We chatted more and you showed me your cool coffee mug without poison plastic that can be microwaved and I was very intrigued. We discussed green things. I checked you out. Nice hair. Properly groomed eyebrows. I couldn't judge your shoes because of the stupid cart in the way, but I was wearing sneakers, so I was in no position to judge.
And I thought to myself, Hi, want to be BFFs? But I couldn't do it. You seemed cool and I think you would have said, sure, let's be BFF. I could have handed you a business card and we could have been friends. And, maybe, just maybe, you aren't a lawyer or in any way related to the law. (I love all of my friends dearly, but we are not a diverse group when it comes to occupations.) (And I need people like Leslie to keep my yuppie whining in check because she works for a non-profit and knows that I need my ass kicked for my aforementioned whining.)
So anyway. I wish I had asked you to be friends. I wish I still had that four year old courage to just ask interesting people to be my friend. But I don't. I am self-conscious and shy. If I ever see you at Smith's again, I am going to strike up another conversation and attempt to be friendly and maybe then...
Your Future BFF,
Danielle
Dear Seemingly Cool Woman Standing behind Me at Smith's,
Remember when you were four and you could start talking to anyone and be BFFs in a matter of minutes. If someone looked like a good match for your particular self (perhaps she had the Purple Pie Man and you had Strawberry Shortcake and you wanted to battle...), you just walk up and start talking to said little girl and there you have it. Friends for life.
As I've gotten older, I find it so hard to make new friends. I am shy and I won't put myself out there, but if you talk to me, I will answer any question that you feel fit to ask me. (Go ahead. Test me. There's a whole lot you don't want to know, but if you dare ask, I will tell you how it is. That's how I roll.)
Today's errands went like this: Dollar store for newspapers, Borders (for Kelly Clarkson and Christopher Moore book), Sunflower, Smith's. I was flying through Smith's because I didn't want The Boy's mozzarella to go bad (as it is already boiling hot here). While in line, I gave the nice cashier person my cute reusable bags from Whole Foods. The check out begins.
You were behind me in line. You were super nice and struck up a conversation about my cute bags. (They are the "I Used To Be A Plastic Bottle" bags that were always on Top Chef.) We chatted more and you showed me your cool coffee mug without poison plastic that can be microwaved and I was very intrigued. We discussed green things. I checked you out. Nice hair. Properly groomed eyebrows. I couldn't judge your shoes because of the stupid cart in the way, but I was wearing sneakers, so I was in no position to judge.
And I thought to myself, Hi, want to be BFFs? But I couldn't do it. You seemed cool and I think you would have said, sure, let's be BFF. I could have handed you a business card and we could have been friends. And, maybe, just maybe, you aren't a lawyer or in any way related to the law. (I love all of my friends dearly, but we are not a diverse group when it comes to occupations.) (And I need people like Leslie to keep my yuppie whining in check because she works for a non-profit and knows that I need my ass kicked for my aforementioned whining.)
So anyway. I wish I had asked you to be friends. I wish I still had that four year old courage to just ask interesting people to be my friend. But I don't. I am self-conscious and shy. If I ever see you at Smith's again, I am going to strike up another conversation and attempt to be friendly and maybe then...
Your Future BFF,
Danielle