Roomie Take Good Care of Me

I'm home near death. My tooth hurts. And the dentist can't fix it until Friday, when I've finished my course of antibiotics. Roomie comes in, makes me dinner, and listens to me act like my whole life has fallen apart because I have a jaw infection.

We sit down to fresh cookies. I lament our lack of social life. I mention that we have no time to make friends, we work too much, and we never have free time and...

Then Roomie has the world's most brilliant idea.

"Glo!" she says, since, of course, we call each other by Internet ID.

"What?!" I say, surprised - as my rant had yet to reach completion.

"We should post to Craig's List - find friends per our specifications!"

(Okay - I don't think those were our exact words - but it would sound great in the novelization of our lives, so I'm going with it.)

We put on our brilliant selves and composed the following little tidbit. Seriously, we should not be left alone when one of us is on antibiotics and Roomie has just made amazingly good chocolate chip cookies.

We have gotten to the point in our lives where we feel we’ve dealt with enough co-dependent and emotionally insecure relationships of all kinds. We are tired of dealing with other people’s shit. We’re nice, clever, easy-going, successful, independent women. Now, I know a lot of you are going to stop reading right there, go ahead, we don’t want want you anyway! We’re looking for friends. Not friends with benefits, let’s clarify that right now, just friends. People to hang out with on the weekends, and do fun, mature, responsible, things with. While there is a touch of snark here, for the most part, we’re pretty serious.

I'll keep you informed, of course, should we get brave enough to post it.