Recently I went for a meal with A Friend. This friend is generally a saintly, luminescent individual – and besides that, I really LOVE her! There’s just one funny thing, though, which I’m hoping the following small scene will illustrate.
Friend: What a nice jacket? Is it new?
Me: Sure is! See, I’ve got this wardrobe full of low cut dresses, as you know, and so I thought I’d buy a jacket so I can wear the low cut dresses at work and get away with it. Good idea or what?
Her: Mmm. You’ll be turning fifty soon..you know what’ll happen then. Your cleavage will go all wrinkly and then you won’t WANT to wear low cut dresses any more.
Me: And that’s why I’m wearing them NOW.
Later that same night, I got out some pics of Ms M, my gorgeous daughter.
Friend: Oh – you know what, I thought they were pics of you for a minute!
Me: Yeah, we do look alike (Fancy that! And we’re related, too!)
Friend: Mmm. Although, she has much more regular features than you. She’s very beautiful, isn’t she!
Me: She’s outstandingly beautiful, more than I ever was, that’s for sure (not that I ever was)
Which brings me to my piece de resistance, dredged from, well, some time ago.
Me: Yes! I’ve just dumped the bastard. He cheated – again!! WHAT a creep!!
Friend: Oh dear…you must be upset! Still, he was a VERY attractive man.
Me: You reckon? (so THAT’s why he had to spread the love. A simple matter of one party being a LOT more attractive than the other. Thanks for that insight, Friend)
Now what I wonder is, is there something my Friend would like to say, but can’t quite articulate? Does she feel that I’m so far up my own bum I need to be prised downwards a little for my own good? Does she feel that my self-esteem is so solid that you could drive semi-trailers over it with nairy a squeak? Am I being unbearably smug? Or, really touchy?
Or is it not about me at all?
Anyway, I do ADORE her no matter how she tickles my prickles.