Now that I'm happily married and I no longer have to worry about how to deal with dating, I found a new problem has arisen: making female friends. It's like I'm back at the dating stage only it's with girls instead of guys and instead of hashing with my roommates, I'm hashing with my husband.
Typical Conversation at my house:
"She said to call her sometime this week," I say to my hubby as I unload sippies from the dishwasher. "When should I call her? Is today too early?"
"Call her," says my husband, sweeping the floor.
"But will that look too stalkerish, if I call her the day after she says to call?"
"No. I'm sure she'll be happy to hear from you." He bends to sweep up the pile.
"I just don't want to appear over-anxious and therefore needy. Nothing scares away friends more than needy."
He empties the dustpan into the trash, banging it on the side to make sure it all comes out. "She's probably needy, too. That's why she told you to call."
"Do you think she likes me?" He's heard this question fifteen times, already.
"If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have told you to call."
"Should I invite her to do something? Or is it too early in the friendship? I don't want to blow this."
"Invite her to the park. Then your kids can play and you two can talk."
"Okay, I'm going to do it. I'm going to give her a call." I pause holding the phone. "Will you call for me?"
I'm probably thinking about this since a large chunk of my friends are moving this summer. Their husbands done with schooling, they are moving on to bigger and greener pastures, the green meaning actually making some! For the last few years I've been in my little comfort zone of friends, ones I can call in the middle of the night for babysitting, ones I borrow stuff from, friends of my kids. I'm going to have to proactive in making new friends this summer. I hope my husband can handle it!