I was feeling a little bit lonely this weekend since a lot of my friends are either on vacation (the nerve of them) or have recently moved away (the nerve of them, too), AND my therapist is on vacation (WHAT is up with THAT?!...). But then I had a crisis of a "personal nature" (I won't go into explicit detail because I'm curbing my God-given compulsion to spew forth such details as might horrify and disgust potential friends, employers, suitors and anyone else reading this to whom such information might paint me as ignorant and/or disrespectful of social norms...which I am) that I needed to talk to somebody about. I went through my cell phone directory and realized that the only two people I could confide in were two old friends (one of 10 years and the other of 25) to whom I speak to somewhat infrequently. It made me think about the nature of intimate relationships and provided me with a new definition of a true friend...

True Friend: Someone you can not only call, but on whose voicemail you can leave a detailed message about your hoo hoo, and they will react to it as if you were discussing bad weather (which you basically are...I'm sorry, just couldn't resist).

They both called back, listened, shared some feedback and told me that I could leave such messages anytime (so long as it's not the land line...I can just imagine my friend's husband taking the message down...).

Just for today, there are certain relationships in which I can talk about my hoo hoo and others in which I would be hard pressed to admit that I have one...