After moving around SO MANY
TIMES the past 10 years of my life, I am like so over making friends.
I know, I know, that sounds really bad. I just
wish there was a faster way to make friends.
So why can't we have
speed friending for moms, you know, like speed dating? I mean, I think I'm on to something here.
Everyone could come up with a list of questions that you want
answered that would help you decide if you were compatible with
one another. We could all meet at a great restaurant and everyone
would have three minutes with each person. There would be a timer and
a bell. And wine. After years of moving I can pretty much tell within
the first few minutes of interaction if it will last beyond the
first conversation. So if I could just have a few minutes with twenty different women, I could probably narrow down my options.
That
being said, I'm now going to say the complete opposite. I've also
been surprised. I've learned over the years that first impressions
are sometimes mostly wrong. In fact, I am typically the person who
makes a terrible first impression. So I beg of you, give me
another chance (and another glass of wine) and I'll make a great
second impression! We as people, and especially as girls and women,
seem to think that we should be hanging out with people who are just
like us. That we have a “type”. And I just think we have it all
wrong. Yes, as a mother, a lot of my friends are also mothers. And when we were military, most of my friends were military too.
They were my people. They “got” me; we had a lot in common; it was easy.
But
as I've gotten older I've realized that having something in common is
not always the first step to a good relationship. Some of my closest
friends are women who are completely different than me. Women who
don't have children, women who have children in different
stages of life than mine, women who don't have a college degree, women who are pastor's wives, women who have lost their husband, women who work full time, and
women who live across the country from me.
Having
something in common with someone doesn't always mean you'll hit it off. There are
women
I have met and I think, "We should
be
friends because we have everything in common!" But
we
just don't click. Sometimes people who you least expect make the
best of friends. I've also realized
that
I like women who are different than I am. I like someone who thinks
differently than I do (it makes
for
some great conversation), whose goals are different than mine (it
makes me re- evaluate my goals),
whose
sense of humor is different than mine (everyone is funny in their own
way).
But
I do think speed friending would be a great way to start the friend
making process, right? It would be kind of an ice breaker, a
quick intro to who you are. Then maybe we can just skip those first
few awkward and uncomfortable encounters and get to the
fun parts.
So
what kind of questions would you ask if you were going to speed
friend?
Here
are a few of mine:
1.
Do you talk the entire way through movies because you feel compelled
to comment on everything? Oh good, me too.
2.
Do you sometimes serve cereal for dinner and not feel bad about it?
Yeah, me too.
3.
Do you make your own deodorant? hhmm.....
4.
Do you like wine? Yes, we can be besties.
5.
Would you judge me for watching Sister Wives? Yeah, I know, I
sometimes judge myself. Hey, we all have things we are ashamed of.
6.
Do you understand and appreciate sarcasm? Like a lot of it? Because
I'm sarcastic about 50% of the time. No, that's not true, its more
like 75% of the time. Can you handle that? Some people can't.
7.
Will you promise to not tell me the birth stories for each of your
children? And I promise not to tell you mine.
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