‘I have – and I can hardly believe I am typing these words – made a new friend. I know. I thought that all stopped in your thirties’
It really is almost like being in love. I have terrible mentionitis. Her name is Emma! Oh, Emma runs a charity barely linked to what you just said! We met through a friend of a friend and just hit it off! That restaurant? Oh yes, I went there with my friend Emma – she thought it was excellent and so did I, Emma’s new friend!Fortunately, there is a fly in the ointment.
She does not have my anger, my embitterment, my cynicism. I do not have her base energy level, her curiosity about the world, her belief that the men she dates will turn out to be okay. I know too much, she knows too little. It reminds me that newness can be good. That change is not necessarily synonymous with destruction and ruination. And it reminds me that