Must be kinda smart, a bit silly, totally supportive, fun and funny, quite understanding, and gently honest.
I don’t have a best friend. (Well, I do, but it’s my ex-husband which is weird and a whole other story.) I met my best childhood friend on the first day of kindergarten. We each expanded our group of friends in jr. high and grew a bit apart in high school. We’ve remained friends–with varying levels of interaction through the years–but not besties. I still have occasional communication with the girl who was my best friend in high school, but even then I wasn’t HER best friend. One of my other friends from that time became my best friend, but our lives took different paths and she didn’t want to spend time with someone who didn’t have much in common with her. So I got dumped. (Seriously, my friend dumped me. Not the we-ran-in-different-circles-and-didn’t-have-time-for-each-other kinda thing. The I-was-no-longer-needed-or-wanted-since-she-had-new-friends-with-stuff-in-common kinda thing. Flat out dumped. Who the hell does that happen to?!) My most recent best friendship was short lived and burnt me. I do have some very dear long-term friends whom I love. Also, I have made new ones recently, and reconnected with some too.
But there isn’t anyone I immediately call when I have news. I’m not anyone’s first call either. I want to be that special someone. The one who’s aware of everything that’s happening in her life, while she’s privy to every detail about mine too. You know, the lunching/cry on each other’s shoulder/travel to fabulous resorts/rush over at 2 AM in pyjamas/brunch every weekend/eat raw cookie dough and drink wine/shopping/give her eulogy kind of friend. BFF. That’s what I need. Or have I just been watching too many chick flicks?
Maybe you’ve been watching too many chick flicks, but then again, I think I have too. A best friend like the one you described would be an incredible thing to have.
Hilary- Seriously, is anyone’s life like Sex and the City?! And would I really want mine to be? I so couldn’t walk if I had to wear the heels they do!
I would love to live a day, a week, hell, maybe even a month, in the shoes of a Sex & the City-er. I don’t think I could find a life more opposite than my own, but I suppose that’s part of the appeal. Those heels though… they’d be the death of me.
You know, I think we two would get along quite nicely. =)