My friendships with women don't seem to last. I've had several in my adult years but they always petered out after a time. I missed having women friends.
Hubby and I have "couple" friends and I love them dearly, but they are not "girl" friends. We don't shop together or have sleepovers or meet to share broken hearts. We go to concerts and dinner and we help each other out in sickness and worse, but it isn't "girly" stuff.
When I got a contract with the #3 telephone company in the 1990's to provide consulting services, I worked with three women, two of whom became "friends." We lunched together and shared life stories. We attended family funerals to give support. Even when my contract ended, they remained e-mail and Facebook buddies. One of these ladies was my boss and a big-time executive at the #3 which honestly, kind of limited some of the interactions we could reasonably share. She's one of the smartest, creative, and decent people I know and I'm thrilled that our friendship has outlasted our working time together. She no longer lives in town but we meet, periodically, whenever she's visiting family here in Kansas City. We share books and pictures of her travels and stories of the wonderful places she's lived and visited since her time in KC.
The youngest of the women I came to admire at #3 was the friend that you know is your friend, even when you have long, long periods without contact. The minute we resume our relationship, though, it's like we were never apart. I honestly thought I'd never have a friendship like this one so late in my life, but I bless our time together, whenever our paths recross.
After I retired we promised each other we would meet monthly for dinner, catch up with our lives and family obligations, and just chill together. We've done okay as long as her kids weren't getting married or moving across the world or my husband wasn't in the hospital. Which means that actually we meet once every three or four months.
|Bristol Seafood Grill in Leawood|
We arrived at 11:30, filled our plates, and ate and talked -- for three hours. It was a muggy, rainy day -- perfect for girl talk and delicious food. We told each other things we don't talk about with others, we shared family stories, we relaxed and reveled in warm, intimate girl talk. Yes, we made plans for later in the month but nothing that would stress either of us or feel like a commitment, especially in her over-committed life. We even have plans for a "girl's get-away" which I'm especially looking to with great anticipation.
|The seafood buffet only|
|Lobster mac and cheese|