Lost and Found

I finally found it.

My group.


This entire time in New York I've had different groups of friends, different individual friends, but I've never had my group. I've never had people who I knew I could rely on no matter what. The closest I came to that was with my Colby boys (and look how well that turned out). This weekend I finally found a group of girls I can turn to for anything and who are absolutely amazing, beautiful women. They are strong, intelligent, driven, and kind. I could not have imagined a more wonderful group.

Ironically, at least three of us are plotting moves to California in the near future and Amy is moving to Maine come January, but for now we are all together. What was meant to be a quick holiday book club meeting on Saturday night evolved into a 6 hour event in which we gushed, giggled, screamed, and sang (Spice Girls-there is no good explanation for this).

Following the fun fest, I wandered home and found my mood darkening. A late night "booty call" quickly had me heating up and finally, after having refused to meet up, I called the guy out on it. He asked me how I knew it was a booty call, to which I said, "honestly, isn't it?" He admitted it was and that was that. When did it become acceptable for men to treat women that way? I'm not asking to be wined and dined. All I'm asking, is if you want my attention, my time, my kisses, if you want me in any way, you call ahead of time to say you are hoping to meet up or would like to meet up. You do not call after midnight. End of story.

This morning, dealing with wine hangovers, Amy, Paige, and I decided the best cure was the hair of the dog that bit us (plus shopping), so we met up at Columbus Circle where we meandered a Christmas bizarre and grabbed a quick bite to eat with cocktails. It sounds horrendously childish to say it, but I felt like an adult. I had a lovely meal out with my girlfriends and did some shopping. Perhaps it's hanging out with Paige, who is completely put together and married, but something about the afternoon seemed mature, respectable, and all and all, grown up.

This weekend I lost my respect for men but I found my niche.