I remember the first time I met her. I didn’t like her. I don’t know why, I had no reason not to. I just didn’t like her. Thankfully that was shortlived and before too long we were eating lunch together every day (we worked at the same company). Lunch included a favorite soap opera at either my or another coworker’s house.
For as much as we have in common, we are also complete opposites. I’m a short, fat loudmouth who couldn’t tell you what the latest celebs are doing or wearing. She is a tall, thin soft-spoken fashion whore who thinks it is perfectly acceptable to drop several hundred dollars on a bag (which by the way I still call pocketbooks).
She is super smart and succesful and, like, has employees. I spend my days blogging on someone else’s dime wondering why I didn’t marry rich. She likes light-skinned pretty boys and I like ’em dark and slightly ugly.
I guess it’s true that opposites attract!
My bestie is coming to visit me in a couple of weeks. I can’t wait to see her! Gone are the days of cocktails and dancing on pleather couches (inside joke). She’s gonna see firsthand what motherhood looks like!