Or: Change Happens and Sometimes Makes It Weird to Talk about Dating
*Yes. Girls roam in prides, like lion(esse)s.
I’m not the fastest at making female friends, but the ones I have are pretty out-freakin’-standing. (Note: Earlier, autocorrect decided I wanted to say my ladyfriends were “commonplace.” This is not true. Autocorrect is a hurtful liar who does not want you to know the truth. My friends are AH-MAY-ZING.) And when we were younger, the vast majority of us were single at the same time.
I think I should mention very few of these stick figures look anything like my friends
Over time, things began to change. Some friends began to get married.
Yes. I do picture all brides in princess dresses and tiaras. Because tiaras.
Others began to pair off into unified “we” relationships.
I am going to lose “serious boyfriend doodling” privileges, I just know it.
And if you move around a lot, like I do, you also get to meet all new friends that are already couples.** It’s two friends for the price of one!
**Bonus life fact: If you make friends with people who are already married, you never have to buy them a wedding present!
But you also may just discover, quite suddenly, that you are the only single person you know.
This pose just looks silly without other people around. And, well, with other people around.
One by one, my ladyfriends became coupled. I am ecstatic that they’ve found such incredible partners, and have moved into the exciting, couple-y phase of life. But it’s weird to be the last single one. For one thing, my dating problems become “cute.”
And awkward. It was also awkward. Because this really happened. He told me I should “give them out to my friends.”
And sometimes it is hard to understand couple-ed person problems, because it’s been a long time since I’ve been part of a serious couple.
Not that I would ever leave dishes in the sink, or anything. My life is super clean and organized. Definitely. Just, uh. Call before you come over.
We’re friends, but we’re in different phases of life. Like flowers. Or bananas. Or people.
I clearly have no idea what banana tree-bushes look like. That’s how those grow, right? Also, I am not implying that “splotchy and gross” or “missing petals” is the couple/married phase of life. It’s just as likely to be the single phase because people are not bananas or flowers, but they are fun to draw,
I love my pride of ladyfriends as much as always. They’re awesome. But it’s super hard to gossip about the ridiculous issues of being single in your (mid) late 20s…when you’re the only one being single in your (mid) late 20s. Because, well, they can be pretty ridiculous issues.
At least we can all talk about how silly we are.
But they’re also kind of important issues, too. So just remember: Let your friends rant. Whether they’re single, or they’re couple-ed. Because that’s what it means to be a pride***.
***I know, I know. If ladies form prides, what are groups of guyfriends?
Wolfpacks. Duh.
Perpetual Plot Hole 