Some of the raunchiest conversations I’ve had have been with my single gal friends. And I, as a single gal, could be quite… how do you say… crass.
No topic was too risqué for a night out. The contents of the drawer near my bed were as known among my closest friends as my very own phone number.
They really knew me.
And so they knew him as well.
Him being, whatever man I was dating at the time.
His awkward voice mails were played on speaker phone over cocktails and we would ponder the meaning of each bated breath together.
“Hi Chrissie… this is ________. I couldn’t find my phone last night, I was so wasted. But you left me a cute message, I’ll talk to you later. Buh bye.”
My friends were there to help me decipher the meaning his breath-y “buh bye.” They assured me that “too drunk last night” meant a crazy night at the sport’s pub with his GUY friends, and not a sexy night at home with a girl. Who. Wasn’t. Me.
They were there to coach me through the hardest times a single girl can face, which oddly seem to come only when a single gal is actively dating.
But while my casual life was no secret, my love life always was.
Because each time I really cared… no one knew about it.
Those voice mails were just for me to listen to.
After months of coupled-conversation, it turned out, a real love life isn’t made up of myriad questions.
Instead it’s just the answers.
Answers like yes, I love you too.
Answers that make all those years of dating and questions worth it.
Because the one, is for you only.
And all those other guys were just good conversation.