I think I made a book friend?
Like… in real life??
So I started this new job in January after life kicked me squarely in the teeth last year. I love this job. It’s got a great mix of things I do regularly and new things, I really like my colleagues, it’s helping me grow professionally, and best of all, they encourage professional development.
A few months ago we got a couple of other new employees as well. One of them was a young woman my age, married, no kids, fur babies, so I thought we had some stuff in common (and she’s SUPER pretty and seems really sweet).
But making friends as an adult SUCKS BALLS.
Like how do you even?
I like to stay home and read books, not socialise.
I tried to make friends at my old job. It didn’t work. I won’t go into details except that the nice young man who seemed really geeky (my type of people) had this really cool wife who ghosted me after we’d hung out a few times watching terrible movies.
So a few weeks ago I mentioned to this other new employee that my dad was volunteering in this orphanage in Africa, which sounds really cool, and this girl got all interested and started asking questions… one thing led to another, and I found out SHE IS A READER.
“Let’s each say our favourite book,” she says to me.
“Wuthering Heights,” I say, since when I tell other adults I read obscure spec fic YA I get funny looks.
“The Notebook,” she says to me. “I am a huge Nicholas Sparks fan.”
“I’ve never read a Nicholas Sparks book before, but I have enjoyed a few of his movies, and there’s one I really, really want to read. It’s about a cowboy?”
“The Longest Ride!” she says. “I’ll lend it to you.”
And that’s how I think I made a new friend?