You know you were like this . . .

At least I was. I cared (still do) what people think of me and I just want to be liked.

Remember high school? Ok, for me high
school was fun. I was neither miss popularity nor was
I the outcast. I was shy. I let out my personality on
stage and school plays and choir concerts and it was
then that I was noticed. I was quiet, but funny (or at
least I tried to be). I was friends with the "in"
crowd and made certain that I was also friends with
the not so "in" crowd. It was pretty easy for me to
bond with someone from the earth club and at the same time, pass notes in chem class with someone who
sneaked cigarettes under the big oak tree at lunch
while painting their nails with black marker. I had
cheerleading friends and choir friends. I pretty much
got along with all the groups. In fact, I was usually just excited enough to have someone who like me.

I was always shy and never initiated the friend thing. I almost always waited for someone to come up and talk to me when I was a kid or to ask me to play. I never did the asking. I was just too shy.

Now, I am in between. Depending on the circumstance, my mood and comfort level, I will be all out and friendly or I will be on the DL - the quiet observer.

What hasn't changed is that I get really excited when I meet a friend that I click with. I don't have many close friends. I have many aquaintences that I see at playgroup or swim class and about 2 really close friends that are like family. But there is something lacking - not married, no kids. And while I am not discriminating and they are ever so much my friends regardless - I still crave a really good girlfriend who's in a similar boat.

I've got all these great women online to talk to, but it's just not the same as grabbing a coffee with the babies and talking dirty diapers and grocery lines.

So this Friday I met some great girls. My style, my boat. Funny and fun. We had a lot in common, lived in same places. Might even share family on the east coast. We're looking into it. Both have babies and are in the same place in our lives.

Anyway, I was all giddy when I was asked for my number. What am I a 13 year old getting asked to the Spring Fling? I know, it's so miniscule, but I was so excited about it. I really ache for a really good girlfriend and I'm hoping some good husband friends as well.

So while I am not desperately waiting by the phone for 9th grade plaid shirted quaterback Gary to call me like he said he would, I am very excited to hang with a new friend.