Ya’ll, I have really, really big news (waaaaait for iiiiiiiiit): I have a Lady Date on Friday!
I hesitate to call it a Girls Night, because there will just be two of us…and we met the first time at a bar, randomly, and hit it off so well that we exchanged emails and numbers on bar coasters….so, I kinda feel like it’s our first official date! I can’t express in words how excited I am to have a potential girl friend here in Maine (if you were here with me, you could see me jumping up and down and waving my arms around, and then you might get the picture).
It would be safe to say that I had a slow start in the Friend Department when I moved from Charlotte to Greenville two years ago (yes, I have moved twice in two years for Justin…no comment).
I not only moved into Justin’s home, but to his home town since he was a college student and into his already well formed and tight circle of friends.
I miiiiight have been dealing with a twinge of bitterness at leaving behind my super fun, big city, cocktailing life in Charlotte and that bitterness wasn’t alleviated by a luke-warm welcome into my then boyfriend’s social scene. It’s all (mostly) water under the bridge now, and I am lucky to have made a very dear friend from that group (who doesn’t read this blog because she is sooooo busy and important, xo), Junior League friends and of course, when I began working again I made another dear friend that I am lucky to have had lunch with every single day for 16 months straight (she does read the blog, and has from day 1, and I love her for it).
But, needless to say, that experience left me gun shy and very, very nervous to pick up and move again so quickly. I adore my Husband and Mark, the sweetest roommate ever, but honestly, a girl needs another girl to talk Spanx, leggings and Bravo with.
So, that brings me back to tomorrow night and my extreme excitement to potentially have a real friend of my own here in the Great White Northerness of Nowhere (oh, I just came up with that…catchy!).
We’re hitting up one of the two trendy spots here in Bangor for wine, apps and lots of conversation.
As far as the convo goes, I have been practicing not coming on too strong, but I have so many questions! For example, is asking “So, whose your gyno?” too much on a First Lady Date? Or how ’bout, “Where might I find a legitimate waxer in our charming town?”…too much? Just right? Maybe I ought to open with “Do you like your dentist?” and see where we end up.
What should I wear? Right now, I am in Starbucks sans undies as I couldn’t locate a box labeled “Clean Panties” anywhere in our house….yep, we’re being super honest today…so an outfit will be interesting to locate/put together.
But no matter what, undies or no undies, I plan to count my glasses of wine so that I have just enough to be charming and funny but not so many that I am inappropriate and scare her away forever.
No promises on how many apps I’ll eat, though. She’ll have to get used to my Pac-Man style of eating if she’s going to stick around.
Wish me luck!