For some reason, I think that if you are a woman your girl friends are a lot more important to you than a man´s guy friends are to him. It'd be interesting to have a man who reads this post verify or contradict this point. Guys may need other men to play sports with or to have fun while drinking a few beers. Us women, on the other hand, need girl friends to talk and share experiences. We need other women in our lives. I met my oldest friend when we were three years old and I can proudly say that despite living far away from each other, we click as soon as we get together.
I went to an all girls school and although I know that today it sounds like an anachronism, something from pre-history that doesn't make any sense from an educational point of view, in my experience it was a blast. I wouldn't change it for any other type of school. As a little girl you don't pay much attention to whether there are boys or not at your school, but as you grow up, you start giving importance to the opposite sex. Since we were all girls, we didn't have to worry about looking good or acting pretty, we just were who we were without fake façades. Gym class was a lot of fun because in general we were all rather clumsy, but we couldn't care less. Recess was full of talking and conspiracy, you have to understand that there was no whatsapp or facebook back then and calling on the phone was quite expensive. The playground was the only place where we had the chance to talk about our things. A few years ago, when we all turned forty, we had a reunion and it felt like we had been together for all those years we had been apart. We each fell into the roles we had at school, the funny ones, the critical ones, the leaders, the responsible ones... we had a great time.
I met one of my dearest friends in college. We've lived apart for many years now, but we don't let more than two weeks go by without talking on the phone. At university we were hand in glove and we spent many, many hours together, studying, talking, having coffee, but most of all laughing. Today she's one of the few people to whom I'd tell anything. We've always been there for each other and I know that we will be forever. Didn't I start by saying that I wasn't going to get too sentimental? Well, if any of my friends get to read this, they'll all be laughing by now, because they know me too well and would have sworn in line two that I wasn't going to succeed.
My current friends, the ones I share my daily life with, have been together for quite a while now and have been through thick and thin. As you get older life gets complicated and those college years when all you do is laugh seem to be farther and farther away. All in all, though, we have a great time. When there is a problem we help each other or if there's not much we can do, at least we are there to listen to one another and to give support. We go shopping, we drink wine, we listen to stories about our respective children, we go shopping again, but once more what we do the most is talk, talk, talk and laugh.
My friends are all very dear to me and I could not live without them. They're all different from each other, but they all have something that makes them super special for me. I would not want to finish, though, without giving someone a little wink. My red carpet buddy... how could cocktails in Manhattan not to have a special mention!
I remember walking into the department office my first day, so incredibly elated to be there. She was the first person I introduced myself to and she courteously introduced the few other colleagues present. And then she said something that made me take notice of her instantly. “And you’ve just met the best of us. No need to meet anyone else.” Her enlightened fortunetelling could not have been more infallible.
ReplyDeleteI have shared laughter with her often since that moment in time. We have chuckled in Ceboliño and in A Follateira; in Battery Park and in Gijón. And on many a Friday evening at the dirty plaza where she sorrowfully endures my motherly aversion to unsupervised street crossings in the midst of pigeons in warm weather and red tables and surgical television programs in the winter. She chastises my snoring and yet works hard and deals with different personality types so that she can hear me do exactly that every few years. She lets me live with her when French people take over my home. She listens to me talk and listens to me cry. And sends me hugs over Whatsapp.
Winking right back at you. Thanks for being there always. I love you.
Thanx...
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What a declaration of love! You both are really cute. It's great to have those feelings after several years of marriage, and to share them.I have no doubt you Mat are a fortunate man. I have some good friends too but, undoubtedly, my husband is the best, and the one who nows me better.Not for nothing we've been together since I was eighteen, and that was a long time ago...
ReplyDeleteHow funny, Mª Jesús. It was not Matt who wrote the last post. It was a very dear friend. I'll let you think a little before I tell who it was. I must say, though, that he is my best friend but there were no male friends included in the post, that can give you a clue.
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May I give you some clues M.Jesús?. OK. I will take the risk. Before that just to tell you that
all the men married with women like us are fortunate and normally a marriage doesn't get
that kind of complicity.
Probably Crazy about books is talking about a mate (female) and I am almost sure you
don't meet her if so you immediately have realized who is CAB talking about to.
Clues: Make a list of positives adjectives to describe a woman you have learnt so far.
Use them to describe her as a teacher, as a friend or as a mother and you wil be
right.
She hasn't ever been my teacher, she is not my friend and neither my mother.
Hope you might be teached by her and you will find out by yourself that all I am telling
you is true and on the top of that her NY English is terrific.
By the way, I am not the teachers pet. Or am I? ;-)
I've no idea. You must have been laughing a lot because of the misunderstanding. Sorry Matt. Anyway it seemed a beautiful love story. So who's that great woman?
ReplyDeleteI'm loving all this suspense... It seems like Itos has already found out who the person is. People who come to our school in the afternoons have a lot more information than those who come in the mornings, Mª Jesús. I feel the same as a teacher, we are a little "morning" family and half the time, we don't know what's going on.
DeleteI'll give you a little clue. You should have signed up for the trip to NY!!
I give in. I haven't found any information about her, neither in the blog nor in the New York's trip, so give me the answer, please.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I meant I give up!
ReplyDeleteNext clue: she read with me at the public reading the other day.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you Lisa! Ana you are a devil, I was driving crazy.
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