A Circle is Round and Has No End…

I don’t know how to make ’em. Not that I am in desperate need of more friends, but I wouldn’t know where to begin making a new one. I feel like I have been doomed from the start. My whole life I have had a built-in group of friends based on location and different activities. I blame my parents for encouraging me to do fun things, but I blame them for everything wrong with me and will continue to do so until I die.

When I was young, my best friends were my neighbors. We used to play street hockey until it was dinnertime. My bff Rae LePage(who is the one person I have not been able to stalk and reunite with via social networking) lived right around the corner and I would go over there and play Barbies for hours. It was an awesome time to grow up, I feel like I was the last generation that was able to safely play outside after dark.

Later, my friends were pretty much my teammates. I played AYSO, then basketball, field hockey, and even dabbled in shotput and discus throw. I could relate to the girls on my teams; we were too tomboyish to be part of the cool kids and too tough to give a shit. Through sports, I met a lot of the people that I am still fortunate enough to call my friends.

But now I feel like I’ve been hung out to dry. I have decided that friendships with coworkers are generally a bad idea, so that’s out. I tried the Meetup thing (freeeaaaakkkkkkkks). I played roller derby for a little over a year and met a few really rad people through that, but I realized that girls can be nasty and I could really do without drama.

I really love hanging out with the bf, but it would be nice to have a friend in my city who likes thrift store shopping and farmers markets. All of my friends live driving distance away and I really prefer to just set up shop in San Clemente during the weekends.

So, there’s this girl I have been working out with at BT Fitness who seems like a pretty cool chick. I don’t want to seem like I’m asking her out on a date so I just friend flirt with her while we’re working out. We laugh at each others’ jokes, bitch about how hard working out is, you know the usual. But now what? The other day she mentioned going to Golden Spoon and I went there after working out thinking we might “accidentally” bump into each other. She didn’t show and I ate my pain away with with yogurt covered in marshmallow cream. Sighhhhh.

Maybe I should slip a note in her sweater – “Will you be my friend? Mark yes or no.”