My Friendship Coach was tickled pink. (Really? You're going to write this after mentioning this very private procedure?) Right before hosting my first female guest in a quarter decade, I met my Friendship Coach. She was so excited for me. She coached. I listened.
I drank sensibly. We enjoyed my soup and salad. I wasn't phony. We laughed. We told tales. We got personal. We set another date, say, Mid-March?
And then she called.
Hey. If I give her a ride, then she'll give me a ride. And this is rather comforting when you live alone.
and how has your day been ?