My Friend Emily

December 27, 2008 · 0 comments

This afternoon, I got to spend about an hour with my friend Emily.  I can only begin to tell you how nice it was to spend some time with her:

I’ve been in kind of a funk for the last couple of days – nothing major, just looking at things as a bit half-empty.  Digression:  sometimes I need to look at things as being half-empty, otherwise, I wouldn’t know when they’re half-full.  To further digress (and maybe this should be the subject of a separate post): I’m really not a half-empty or -full kind of guy, I just try to recognize that there’s water in the glass and I’m thirsty.

Ach.  Digressions are like public belches – sometimes useful, sometimes embarassing and off-putting.  My point is this:  the too-short time I was able to spend with Em this afternoon pulled me right out of my funk.

Em and I get to hang out maybe once a month right now.  We tried to have a regular hot-beverage get together once a week, but that kind of fell through because we’re both pretty busy.  Now it’s catch-as-catch-can.  We speak on the phone and or text every once in a while, but we both know they are poor substitutes for spending time together. 

Emily and I have been friends for a little over a year.  I remember very clearly that her pupils were dilated the day we met – she had just moved from Queens to northern NJ to live with her boyfriend Stuart and was in a completely new environment.  I didn’t find out about Stuart until about a week later, so in the meantime I had the opportunity to find those big pupils of hers very attractive.  The other things I found attractive were/are that she rides a motorcycle and has a very Bronx-y accent that gets more pronounced when she gets worked-up (and man, can this chick cuss).

I still like these things about her.  She’s also very matter-of-fact and an English teacher (my mother was an English teacher, and my Oedipus Complex will definitely be the subject of a separate post).  Emily is also very friendly and outgoing – she gives everyone a fair shot; she doesn’t pre-judge.  She’s an excellent conversationalist – she knows when to listen, when to prod a bit, when to take the rudder and steer away from the rocks, and when it’s her turn to monopolize the conversation.  And by “conversation” I mean the real thing – we don’t do small talk; we cut right down to the major “what’s going on in your life and how do you feel about it” issues.

Like me, Emily is a Scorpio, so she’s pretty darned independent.  She’s level-headed and mature, which is really important for me to see (something has to balance the growing misogyny).  She knows what she wants out of life and that she’s not going to get it all tomorrow.

As I said, this can really only be a beginning.  Emily is an extremely good friend of mine and I consider myself lucky to have her in my life, if only in small increments.  I’ve met her now-fiance Stuart a few times and I genuinely like the guy.  If I were Em’s brother, I’d be like “yeah, you can marry him.”  Which, I suppose, is about as much as you’ll get out of a manly-man like me (we don’t do feelings very well – especially about other manly-men).

Seeing Emily pulled me right out of the funk I was in.  Talking to her lifted me back up to where I was before the funk, and listening to her sent me flying.  Getting a compliment from someone I truly respect really does wonders for my self-esteem.  So:  Thank you, Emily.  As I said several times already, it was good to see you this afternoon.

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