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He's NOT your best friend!

Written by Vashti W.

There are a lot of things in this life that I am proud to say that I have never done, such as smoking or trying drugs. Does this make me better than the next person? No. I have learned through my trials and Lord knows there have been some trials, that some of the very things that you say you will never do – you will do if the situation presents itself. I have a close circle of friends that I tend to share those moments with but realize that others can learn by sharing those experiences as well. There are some days where I feel I am on a roller coaster (and I suffer motion sickness) and there are some that are so calming that they are surreal. I’m in my 30s now and really feel that I’ve just started to live – made some mistakes and some I’m not so proud of, but what if I could prevent another woman from making those same mistakes. Let me begin addressing one and we’ll get to know each other more as my story unfolds. The one mistake that is vivid and most tender is that of marrying my best friend. I detest women who state with a smug look – “My husband is my best friend!”

LOVE HIM/LOVE HIM NOT

Written by Krystall Baull

One question has baffled women for years. This brainteaser has become the Eighth Wonder of the World.

“WHY DIDN'T HE CALL??!!

Here are some frank answers that we all have been seeking:

WHY HASN'T HE CALLED? OUR DATE WAS OVER 10 MINUTES AGO.

You had a first-class date and everything clicked (you thought). If you call or text him that night, you are a stalker. If you wait a couple of days, you need a hobby. Days go by and he still hasn't called. You start playing Celine Dion cds. Well SHE DID sing “our song” at the restaurant. A week goes by and still no call. You start calling your friends for advice while crying hysterically. They just tell you that he was every name in the book and it's his lost. A week later you realize that you've gained 10 pounds! Who knew Ben and Jerry's had so many comforting flavors?? The third week goes by and you still have that one brain cell left telling you that he'll call. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but he's not going to call. That night he got home, drank a beer, and fell asleep on the couch. Winding down was on his mind not you. The next day it was football with his posse. The next few weeks it was all about going to work, the games on t.v., hanging out with the boys, school, and whatever other lame stuff guys do. By the time he does think about you six months has gone by! Then one day he walks past the place you had your first (and only) date and thinks, “I should have called her”.

Front Office Girl

Written by Thekla M. Spencer

Are you having the romance of your dreams right now? Has the man you have waited all these years for finally arrived? Is he attentive, receptive, warm, loving, full of surprises and gives you PDA’s (Public Displays of Affection) by the score? One more question. Do you only encounter this “heat” between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.? If you answered yes to all these questions then it’s quite possible that you are caught up in being a “Front Office Girl”. Allow me to unpack this process for you.

I’m sure this whole encounter started off innocently enough. Either you or he was new to the office. You hit it off almost instantly. His conversation was positive and effervescent - heavily spiced with compliments. He spoke of having a significant other maybe once, but rarely spoke of “her” during “your time”. He was forthcoming all right, yet remained reserved. He was so reliable that there was an air of mystique when he wasn’t. In other words, even his mistakes were appealing! Before you knew it, you became the envy of the both the office men and women, and since you didn’t know what more you could ask God or man for, you didn’t.

Greener Grass

Written by Kit Sheppard

There would be no story of heartbreak from Julie tonight. Instead, we all were trying to act like it was nothing out of the ordinary that she had seen fit to bring her new love interest to dinner. That is, until said love interest got up to go to the restroom.

“Ok, I know you’re newly involved and whatnot, but no one brings their other half to Thursday night!” Erin, the workaholic of the group, was never one to sugarcoat words.

“What?” Julie asked innocently, “It is girl’s night. Alex is a girl”. We were all trying to be as supportive as possible of Julie’s decision to ‘try something new’, but that was when we could hear about it, not watch the PDA-filled love fest over the chips and salsa.

“Well, I didn’t pry my baby girl off my boob just to come here and watch your new girlfriend all over yours!” Tabitha said harshly. She had gotten pregnant only a couple of months after her wedding, and was now a fairly new mom in addition to being a fairly new wife. Everyone knew that she was a little testy because she was still nursing and couldn’t have more than 1 glass of wine.

Blood

Written by Kit Sheppard

Ok. Given the situation, maybe I shouldn’t be moping around because I’m missing my usual dinner with the gang. After all, there are more important things than laughter, gossip, and drinks (not too many, but there are some). And, when my best friend from high school, I felt an obligation to her, for old times sake. I mean, I hadn’t talked to her in a couple of years, and then, only in passing. But, when we were younger, we were inseparable, practically family. She may as well have been blood. So, when I got the call, at 1:30 in the afternoon (smack dab in the middle of All My Children!), and I heard her voice on the other end of the telephone, my stomach lurched, like I was at the top of the country’s best rollercoaster, about to plummet down and speed out of control.

“Hey,” she began, her voice shaky and unsure, “you got a minute?”

“Uh, yeah. This is a surprise. What’s up?” After all this time, it was as if I had just gotten out of cheerleader practice and she was calling to re-hash the events of the day, as always.

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