The bitch. She’s my girl. My people.
Today I took J. to visit her future Kindergarten Class and while there I met a funny, saucy, cranky girl. I think I’m in love. It’s hard to make friends these days, what with the schedules, and the different values, and the opinions and the swearing. I still have my posse from college days and some fabulous internet friends, but there’s nothing like a real live girlfriend to bring me joy. So the parents were either hovering or letting their visiting pre-K kids make their way to this or that activity table. Maureen was standing back and letting her girl run free (a good sign). She offered friendly waves and encouragement but nothing too crazy-mommy-worldish. When she mentioned her big wig job as a regional manager of thus and so, and her pro-Barak Obama bumper sticker, I knew I had to get her number.
As we crouched on the floor and kvetched about Bellingham (ok, it was mainly me), she laughed and joked and swore. And when cheery annoying Kindergarten teacher asked us if we had any questions, we both just laughed and said “No!” and watched while she puzzled and slunked away.
So now… how to set up the first get together meet-up without seeming stalkerish. Should I wait 3 days? Or go ahead and send her an email today….