Girlfriend in the Gulf
I’ve been thinking. Today’s the day I’ll reactivate my blog. Today. Ok, today it is. And in the confusion of getting married and moving and setting up a new home AND learning to cook AND getting a new job, it didn’t happen. But yes, today is the day.
This blog, my blog, my window to a rather inspiring, crazy world, has been such a good friend. It kept me alive and warm, through many a rough patch. But I ignored it when I needed a friend most of all. A strange country, weird names, crazy outfits and crazier languages, accents and even crazier women – it took some time to absorb it all. I needed a girlfriend. I so missed them. I needed to talk and bitch and laugh and share. I needed my blog.
Today this crazy woman came waltzing into the office. And looked at me. Her eyes twinkled. And finally after months of pining for those crazy women from college, who used to be just like me, who didn’t throw you strange looks if you smoked or corrected their grammar, who pretended to be snooty but looked for bargain labels and picked up three hundred bottles of shimmery nailpolish because it was Buy-One-Get-One-Free, who always complained about the way their hair looked and spent about one-fourth of their day turning it into something it wasn’t, who thought Cosmo was trendy and read it in a group, but really preferred reading material that was much tamer, and what’s more, knew about it the whole time that they were reading the Cosmo, who had a healthy inquisitiveness about the gay community (and didn’t raise an eyebrow in this situation, that I’m talking of the gay community while talking of girlfriends – they would just know the two topics weren’t related!), I knew I had found my first girlfriend in the Gulf.
I dedicate my comeback post to all my girlfriends. A crazy crazy bunch.
This blog, my blog, my window to a rather inspiring, crazy world, has been such a good friend. It kept me alive and warm, through many a rough patch. But I ignored it when I needed a friend most of all. A strange country, weird names, crazy outfits and crazier languages, accents and even crazier women – it took some time to absorb it all. I needed a girlfriend. I so missed them. I needed to talk and bitch and laugh and share. I needed my blog.
Today this crazy woman came waltzing into the office. And looked at me. Her eyes twinkled. And finally after months of pining for those crazy women from college, who used to be just like me, who didn’t throw you strange looks if you smoked or corrected their grammar, who pretended to be snooty but looked for bargain labels and picked up three hundred bottles of shimmery nailpolish because it was Buy-One-Get-One-Free, who always complained about the way their hair looked and spent about one-fourth of their day turning it into something it wasn’t, who thought Cosmo was trendy and read it in a group, but really preferred reading material that was much tamer, and what’s more, knew about it the whole time that they were reading the Cosmo, who had a healthy inquisitiveness about the gay community (and didn’t raise an eyebrow in this situation, that I’m talking of the gay community while talking of girlfriends – they would just know the two topics weren’t related!), I knew I had found my first girlfriend in the Gulf.
I dedicate my comeback post to all my girlfriends. A crazy crazy bunch.
Blessings of Achtlandia @ 6:48 PM
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