Funnily enough, the people to whom I’m closest are usually the ones I initially find Most Intimidating. But – it seems – they feel the same way too.
A married friend with a beautiful child. Our husbands met first, and then decided we should all get together.
Glen: ‘They’re lovely! She’s funny and smart and easy to talk to. You’ll get on really well’
Me: ‘She sounds AWFUL. I don’t want to meet someone bright and nice with a beautiful husband and a beautiful child. We have nothing in common’.
Glen: ‘Don’t be silly. Your beautiful husband is getting the car and we can pray on the way’.
Me; ‘Fine. But we’re not staying long. And she’d better be ugly’.
She wasn’t ugly. She was gorgeous. Successful, beautiful, godly, fertile. And Me: A childless, non-working, recovering anorexic with Bad Hair and Holes in Her Socks.
Me: ‘HIIIIIIII! So Greeeat to meet you’. (Robert De Niro, watch and learn)
But we did stay. And once I’d stopped apologising for my socks, we started chatting. It turned out that she was a Real Person. Funny and kind and sparky (but in a Good way). We met up again (this time without the buffer of Men). And again. Over time, we got to know one another. And she told me about her trepidation on meeting me. (I know: I choked on my coffee too). Here’s the thing – as I was telling Glen I had a tropical fever and couldn’t go, she was telling her husband she’d rather pull out her teeth than meet someone young, thin and trendy who wasn’t sporting baby vomit.
And on it goes.
Marrieds muttering about singles and their (slightly selfish) life of hedonism, late nights and illicit encounters.
Single friends believing marrieds don’t feel the cold, because they’re wrapped up in their own cosy sexy smugness.
Parents wistfully dreaming of the occasional night off. Or comparing themselves unfavourably with Supernanny.
Bald men who want to be hairy. Fat men who want to be thin. Normals who read Men’s Health and feel like giving up.
Are we all thinking the same crazy stuff?
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