Group 1: All guys. One of the guys reminds me of John Lennon, the other I have only hung out with once so I can’t say much about him, and the last one I am not a big fan of. The only way I can really describe the last friend is that he is weird and just seems awkward. Typically this is his go to, let’s go have dinner group. But I think me moving in has kind of hindered that.
Group 2: This is the diversity group. Everyone in this group is Asian except for a guy who is Latino. Fiancé is closest with one of the girls in this group, but doesn’t hang out with them on a regular basis. They are a very close group and always hang out with each other. It is not uncommon for me to feel a little excluded when I hang out with them and they are always late, and I HATE that. They aren’t ever just a few minutes late, which I can understand. But somewhere between 15-30 minutes late.
Group 3: This is his group of friends that I would say he is the closest with. He sees them everyday because they are the people in his lab and who he works with. He got really lucky that everyone is basically the same age or not much older, except for the guy who runs his lab. Who is also fairly young.
I have hung out with group 1 and 2 together a few times, and separate as well. But, I have only hung out with group 3 once, and that was at an awkward Christmas party. Yay.
On Monday night Fiancé gets a text asking if we wanted to go to dinner with group one. Naturally I rolled my eyes and said, “Fine, we can go.” But I wasn’t very happy about it because I knew the one guy would be there.
As the dinner was going on I started to feel a little bad that I disliked the one guy so much (unknowingly to him), as he wasn’t growing on me but starting to seem less awkward. Maybe he just has a hard time meeting new people? Who knows, but he still is a little weird.
And then he had to open his mouth and ask me a question.
“So, have you made any friends around here?”
What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
Why yes, I’ve made loads of friends! I enjoy kicking back a few cocktails with the old Jewish ladies that I run into at the grocery store (there is a high Jewish population where I get groceries). My good friends the paintbrush, dishwasher, and television and I have massive ragers together. Although, I haven’t seen Miss Paintbrush in a few weeks. But instead, I replied with the awkward, “Nooo. I’ve been working on the condo, soo yeahhhhhhh.”
I mean honestly. He knows I don’t have a job and I am not in school. What did he expect me to say? Way to make me feel AWESOME about myself. At least I got those two subbing jobs!
Well, I guess I should wrap this up. I have a hot date with some poster board and a black marker. I’m thinking, “Engaged White Female. 23. Looking for some friends. Call for a good time *insert phone number here*”
It might look good in the front yard.