I flew home Sunday night and contacted a friend to see if he wanted to meet me for a drink. My car was parked at the airport and I thought it would be fun to extend my vacation a few hours at one of the cool local neighborhood bars. He agreed and so we went to Brooklyn Girl in Mission Hills.
I hadn't seen this friend in a few months and there was lots to catch up on. The conversation was good and the drinks and food were fantastic. At one point in the evening the talking turned to relationships and dating as I suppose more often than not, it does. I told my friend I just couldn't do it anymore. A few recent happenings just sort of did it in for me. Although, the wedding did reaffirm my faith that true love can happen and Cinderella stories still exist. My friend listened intently and made a couple observations / suggestions. He said I shouldn't write the end of my book, because frankly, you can't. He said in a round about way, that I'm an amazing person, but maybe I ought to try and put forth a little effort every now and then. Reading between the lines, I believe he meant that the next time I go out I should try to put on something nice, leave the track jacket at home and maybe even wear some lipstick; show off the confidence I exude while riding my bike...My first reaction was pretty defensive... "Well, that's not who I am!". I can certainly put on a dress and look nice, but I do that on special occasions (i.e. wedding!). But now that a few days have passed I think my friend gave me some pretty damn good advice.
Cheers!
Mer
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