Alright ladies! The secret to getting the fellas interested and then creeped out and then interested again in less than 24 hours is in. And I've got it down to a science.
We need more celebrating of each other's goodness and more having each other's backs. And sometimes that means going out of the way to help each other take that step or leap that seems both terrifying and wickedly exciting.
My husband doesn't look like Zac Efron. But he looks like Prince Charming to me. And he does the dishes. And brings me a cup of tea every night.
Making new friends then: Oh my god! I am totally in that same class! You are coolest, let's hang out. Now: OK. So I see from the stains on your pants that only go from the knee down that you have some type of toddler living in your home. Me too. Wanna come over?
My childhood friends are my partners in crime, my trusted advisers and an eternal source of laughter in my life.
Don't expect your partner to read your mind, or to bring you breakfast in bed, or to offer to wash the dishes. It's not going to happen. You can't expect anything from anyone -- you have to make your desires known.
Fortunately, I got to go to college in the late '60s. The Second Wave ruled! Birth control was readily available and there were savvy girls from all over the world at UNM. What was even better, they knew nothing about me. Sure, I was a little weird, but weird was in. I could blend. Somewhat.
One joy in reaching midlife is that I know my friends and I are still pals after all these years not because we are bound by PTA or corporate meetings, but because we have all thrown every possible foible onto the table along with plenty of glasses of wine.
If he acts like your boyfriend, takes down his dating profile, calls you daily, texts you daily, spends almost every night with you, says you're exclusive, and is affectionate in public, why won't he call you his girlfriend?
During a conversation I was having with my husband about an old friend, I asked him, "Would you go to his funeral?" My husband pondered this and responded, "No, probably not."
What is the greatest part about not having a boyfriend? It's understanding that you do not require one to be complete.
I thought I couldn't be me without him. I thought I couldn't be me without someone else. What I didn't understand was that I shouldn't have to be someone's girlfriend to be "someone" to myself.
met Marcie when we were in the fourth grade, and then a few years later, at 14, we met Michele when we all worked together as hostesses at The Naples Dinner Theater. We've shared decades of friendship that have sustained me through many tough times.
The fact that life can and does pull you a million miles away from each other, but your friendship doesn't wither. Distance only makes the time you do have together more special.
They're super worldly and make home-cooked meals sexy and delicious.