| Coffee is better in groups. |
In real life, I have a handful of "former colleagues" that were my friends when I lived in that town, 3 "phone friends" that I'd love to see in person more but, again, don't live anywhere near, 1 best friend that I do absolutely every thing with (my spouse) and a handful of people I've met since moving to Washington that I want to be friends with but haven't figured out how yet.
Basically I'm left feeling like I have no friends. It's mostly my fault, I suppose — I work a horrible schedule that has me in the office during the evenings, when most adult people socialize and make friends. Also, I've never been good at making friends, so I tend to hold on dearly to the ones I have. In our global, digital age, that's gotten easier since I stay in touch with you all on Facebook (because, let's face it, if you're reading this, you're likely one of my friends).
So once a week, I know I'll get a call from K., or a text message from E., or have a Facebook chat with T. And that sustains me. But my day-to-day friendship requirements of someone to talk to about what I'm going through, bitch about my day with or get a cup of coffee are filled by my husband. Or my mom, who doesn't live here but does a verbal cup of coffee very well.
Now, I married my husband because he's my best friend — and was my friend long before he was my man. He is my favorite company, but the man cannot relate to a conversation about menstrual cycles. Or gynecological visits. Or whatever he did that day to irritate me that isn't actually a big deal, but I still feel like talking about it, just not to him. He does his damnedest, I'll give him credit for that, but dang it if I don't feel like sitting down face to face with another woman and talking about something. Anything.
