New country, starting again, new city, new friends.. Wait.. What?? New friends?? Not yet. Who knew socialite me would be in the most amazing city in the world and would struggle to make friends.
Making friends now is like dating back then. You go to parties and places, catch someone's eye, make small talk and hope to click in order to move on to the next phase.
So far, I have gone to places (the park, the pier, some kiddy classes), made the small talk ("your kid is adorable", "oh thank you", "how old", "what big eyes you have grandma", etc) but I just haven't clicked with anyone. I have had the awkward as fuck second and third meetings but it's still awkward as fuck, going in awkward as fuck circles.
Maybe I shouldn't diss these awkward as fuck meetings. E.g., the first few meetings with V were sort of, kinda, maybe uncomfortable. At the beach with friends, the conversation was stilted. Next time at the cafe, silence sat there like a 3rd person. I remember walking away after that thinking this is not going to go very far. But a few weeks later I got a call for another date and the rest went into smooth history.
Maybe I should dig up some of that old spirit that's buried somewhere and find someone to try clicking with. Maybe after enough of these awkward encounters there will eventually be someone to click closer with. Maybe these days it takes a lot more effort for a beautiful friendship to blossom.
