Can someone please tell me why finding a good friend is harder than finding a good man?! I am not talking about facebook friends and twitter followers; I am talking about living breathing people who you interact with.
In your 30s people enter your life, through work, other friends, and relationships, but actual close friends those are in shorter supply. As people approach “adult life,” priorities change and people often become pickier in what they want in their friends. It gets increasingly harder to meet the three required Cs of friendship—closeness, convenience, and comfort. This is why so many people meet their lifelong friends in college, and I’m left still searching.
Let’s face it, most people my age are “set in their friend ways,” so why would they be willing take on new friends they have to get to know? People become more wary about making themselves emotionally available to new people, friend or otherwise. I thought back to the advice I constantly hear while trying to find a man: get involved, do things you love, don’t sit around, go out and meet people. So I did in hopes of finding a good friend, but none of this is working! Like my failed attempts at trying to find a good man, I am failing at trying to find a good friend.
For example…I was shopping and a potential friend-worthy fellow shopper asked me about my handbag (love connection!). We chatted for a moment about the bag when I noticed her handbag. It was quilted. It was expensive. It was a-mazing. Naturally, I told her I loved it, from one handbag lover to another. If the friendship thing did not work out, I could steal her bag, right… That is when my fantasies took over. I started to place her in my life like I do with potential love interests. I imagined us meeting up for coffee, going out to dinner, her fixing me up with her cute older brother, sharing clothes, and becoming besties. Before you sound the psycho alarm, I snapped out of it and started to panic. I didn’t want her to think I was a lesbian trying to hit on her, nor did I want to appear like a loser with no friends (am I?!). I ended it before it began, without an email exchange or hope for future meetings. I couldn’t help but think it would be so much easier if she was a romantic interest. At least with a romantic interest there’s flirting, chemistry and sex. And, maybe even the added benefit of making friends with or through them.
People will say that at my age finding a mate is more important than another friend, but boyfriends come and go and friends are forever, right?!