You know how in “chick flicks” there’s a focus on how girls are so girlie?  They show the girls hanging out with their girlfriends and getting their nails done, gossiping, talking on the phone for hours, shopping, drinking fancy wine, and sunbathing.  

Yeah.  I’ve never been able to relate.

I don’t know if I would say I’ve shied away from it, avoided it, or just realize it’s not who I am. 

I’m not knocking those girls/ladies/women here.  All’s I’m saying is, that ain’t me.

I don’t feel comfortable engaging in conversation with women I don’t know very, very well.  I feel pressure.  I get so nervous.  In the first few seconds of conversation my mind does such a whirlwind of things I can’t even form a thought.  I wonder what they are thinking about me, what they are thinking of the clothes I’m wearing, my face, my everything.  It’s exhausting. 

So, I gave it up for awhile.  I stopped trying to make new friends.

I’ve had and have girlfriends that I feel close with.  I’ve never been in with a group of lady friends though.  I don’t know how it’s even possible, for everyone to like everyone else.  In my experience an evening out with a group of different friends always ends up a drama filled horrific mess.  

As I get older it’s becoming easier to dismiss woman that I don’t think are friend material for me (I totally sound like a dude) but at the same time it’s becoming harder for me to give up trying to make things work out.  In a way I feel like my time is running out to make any form of a lasting relationship.  I feel a requirement or something to push the relationship on.

I have hopes to be 70 years old, wearing a red hat and hanging out at lunch with my old broads.  Do they call each other broads?  Should I have any when I’m 70, I would call my girls, my broads.  Those that are my true friends would think it awesome to be called my broad…

When I was in high school I was labeled, you can figure out what label, because I had more guy friends then girls.   I think the girls just assumed I must be more concerned with getting a boyfriend then being a girl and doing girl things.  Back then, they called what I was a tomboy.  Does that term still exist?

Back then, I simply couldn’t put into words the pressure I felt by girls my age.  It seemed there was a huge list of things I had to change about myself in order to be accepted.  I rather they consider me a lost cause then force myself to be somebody I just clearly wasn’t.  After awhile my path just stopped crossing with the girls altogether.  I walked away from my high school days with a handful of girlfriends.  

I apparently still carry that apprehensiveness. 

Now I am a mom and I feel I NEED to be friends with the mothers of the children that Jacek or Aidan seem to like.

Where does this need come from?  Why do I put so much pressure on myself over this?

Why?  why?  why?

Even after I tell myself numerous times that there just isn’t enough to build a relationship on, I will find myself thinking and racking my brain for a way to reach common ground.

I feel guilty.  I feel obligated.  

But.  Do they?

I tell myself that we should at least chat because our sons like one another or because she likes another of the Moms that I kind of like too.  It’s ridiculous.  It really is.

I go round and round and round.  Then I wonder if they might be having these same crazy thoughts and worries.

It absolutely, without a doubt, drives me smuckin bonkers. 

Maybe tomorrow when I drop Jacek off at school I’ll slip a folded piece of paper into the pocket of another Mom.

It will read:

Ya know, to make things easier and much more clearly defined.
At least that way, we’ll be on the same page.