I told Gentleman Jack about mid-week that I really wish I could plan some time with my girlfriends. Problem is, most of their husbands wouldn't allow them to spend time alone with me. Not even to just go out to dinner and have a glass a wine. They don't trust me. Or maybe they don't trust their wives.
Then I have a few single girlfriends who have busy lives of their own. And I wonder if they just don't want to hear me talk about my Gentleman. Or perhaps I can't relate to their need to go out and party.
I don't know.
All I know is that I miss girl time. I miss chick flicks and emotional discussions and Cosmopolitan martini's and support. I miss feeling sisterhood, with the one I grew up with and the ones I adopted along the way.
It's still important to me. It still means something to me to have that estrogen-filled presence in my life.
The really REALLY sad part of it is that instead of picking up the phone to call anyone, I'll sit here and assume...
They have families to spend time with.
They have husbands to watch Sunday football with or go to church with.
They have they're own independent Sunday schedules that don't involve me.
Or maybe I won't call because I have such a small amount of time available to spend with girlfriends that I feel guilty for assuming that my one day, out of months of unavailability, would be important enough for them to put their lives on hold for me.
You have to BE a friend in order to HAVE a friend, you know...