1 of 3 BFFs (the one who lives 10,090 miles away) in his new apartment - in Sydney AUSTRALIA!!
Check out the trees.
That is all.
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Me and 1 of my 3 BFFs (the one who lives 5,055 miles away) in Hawaii.
Me at my cousin's wedding.
I made one last night.
It started yesterday afternoon. One of my coworkers (whom, believe it or not, I actually like) had been incessantly telling me about one of his female friends that I remind him of. He finally brought her by my office for us to meet. Sure enough, she is a petite Asian with a semi-bland appearance that you can’t tell right away if she’s good at math. I couldn’t wait to find out how wrong my coworker was about the 2 of us seemingly super-similar girls.
Wait for it…
He was right! The Asian girl was the perfect on–paper BFF. We have everything in common. We’re like twins.
After our initial OMG-me-too meet ‘n’ greet, we exchange phone numbers and make dinner plans for that evening.
Dinner happens. So does going for ice cream, browsing and discussing books at an independent book store, walking by and through certain buildings to admire their architecture, and proposing to hang out EVERY Tuesday.
Both our tummies start to hurt. She makes the first note of it, “Oh, man, I’m starting to feel that ice cream,” while rubbing her belly. I follow with, “Yeah, me too. I think I had too much.” She says, “Yeah, you had A LOT.”
Rest assured, we will not be hanging out every Tuesday. I blame her for the fat that has been added to me from eating that ice cream.
There’s one BFF in particular that I’m always helping out, the one who lives 802 miles away. Very frequently, he calls me so that I can console him on his life concerns. Which makes me a TERRIFIC friend. I was even told that yesterday by one of the professors I work for. Since she uses me as a free therapist, she thinks I should become a shrink, and I respond by saying, “Never! Then I’d have to listen to people’s problems all day. I already do that with one of my closest friends.” And then huge eye-roll from me. And then I follow with, “But I guess I want to be helping him out because I care or whatever.”
All in all, I basically have this innate ability to make people feel better when they’re down. Except, maybe, for this morning.
This girl walking in front of me slips on ice and falls down, pretty hard, on her ass. Instantly, I bellow, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Meanwhile, she has a smile on her face, as she is laughing at herself and the situation. I approach her to help her up while continuing to bellow, “Oh my God!” I’m not sure what was wrong with me; I’ve seen humans fall down many times before in my life.
Okay – the ending of the story: I help her up to her feet. She thanks me, with a smile. Tells me she is perfectly fine. I then offer, “I can brush you off for you.” AS IN BRUSH OFF THE ICE THAT HAD GOTTEN ONTO THE ASS AREA OF HER COAT. Needless to say, her smile goes away and she politely declines my offer.
Whether or not you want me to be, I’m always here for you if you’re down.