I’m a pretty confident person, I know I have some special qualitity that entrances men. I’ve been known to break a few hearts in my time. So men I get. Men, are uncomplicated to me.
Women, on the other hand.
For some reason I can’t explain I turn into a bumbling idiot when faced with the possibility of a new friend. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything or I say too much. I trip over my words and my feet. The confidence and that quality fail me. I want so desperately to make a good impression that I forget how to be… me.
So, I treat potential friend encounters like dates and dates like casual encounters. My girl-dates are more nerve-racking than any man could ever make me. Oh, unless, maybe Paul Rudd… but even then…
For ages I have been avoiding making a proper coffee date with someone for precisely this reason. But, today I bit the bullet and it was lovely. After I spilled her coffee all over her phone, rambled on like an idiot, couldn’t sit still and generally acted a fool. I think it went well, we have plans to do wings and karaoke soon. Odds are I will somehow set her hair on fire, drink too much, and throw up on her shoes. You can appreciate what my good friends have already put up with.