I’ve never been big on having girl friends. I’ve always had more guy friends. It’s just who I am. I’m a big sports nut, I think of myself as very straightforward. Not, that I’m a tomboy. I love to go to sporting events, but, I love wearing heels to them. I’m weird that way. However, since I’ve moved to SA, I’ve made more girl friends than I’ve ever really had. I have more girl acquaintences, friends, buddies, etc, then at any other single point in my life. Which, really is rather strange.

Tonight I went out with a friend that I met/made through a cousin. I knew that we clicked from two previous meetings, but, dude, we are so much alike – in a really good way. We’re both goofy, driven, independent women who love to dress up and be taken care of. I’m goofier than she is – but she doesn’t hold that against me. I had so much fun just chatting with her. It was nice.  Refreshing in a way. And, she loves to go out for a good time, which is nice, because I do too. I’ve been needing some single (non-married) girlfriends to go out with and it looks like this chica and I will make a good match. I’m excited.

~The Countess~

P.S. my earlier insecurities were completely unfounded.


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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