Most of the people in my office are old fogies, but there are two coworkers who are my age. I consider them as friends. We visit each other in our respective cubicles every couple of hours, swapping giggly stories in whispered voices, and eat lunch together. I know we probably annoy some of the older, crochechty guys who would never deign to socialize at work, but we are hard workers and get our shit done. So bump them.
I just moved up here a few months ago and it’s not easy for me to make friends, so I feel lucky.
But one thing that is hard for me is when the conversation turns to boys. Yes, “boys” even though we’re all in our 30s (ugh, I’m still not used to that!). The other day, one of my friends asked us if we had any crushes on anyone, and I was suddenly transformed back to middle school. I almost thought she was going to whip out her M.A.S.H list. My other friend started in with her list of “cuties”–with lots of whispered giggles and excited hand-clapping.
Then the two of them looked at me and said, “Well, monstro. What about you?”
I said “Anderson Cooper” and I won their approval.
But I was lying. To be sure, I like him as a reporter and I agree that he’s handsome, but I don’t have a crush on him. I don’t have a crush on anyone. Not only that, I’ve never had a crush on anyone. But I couldn’t tell them that, because you don’t lay that kind of information on people at work, even if they are your friends. I’m already the Phoebe Buffay-Sinclair James-Rose Nyland “weird” one of the trio. So I’m afraid one more other revelation and I would be on the ousts. Yeah, just like middle school.
So I keep lying, because that’s all they talk about (while my favorite topics are food, politics, and cats). I make up some fantasy crush, some guy I met in the elevator, some “hot” man I saw on TV the night before, just to fit in. One day they will ask me to share details of an old boyfriend or dating horror stories, and I will have to lie then too. Then, when they get married, I will have to invent my own “dear husband”, just so I can keep up with them. I need to start writing up the stories now and reciting them to myself so that they will roll off my tongue naturally when it comes time to tell them.
I know it’s pathetic. And I know someone will chime in with “Well, if they’re your true friends, they won’t care. They’ll like you anyway.” And that might be true. But I don’t feel like having integrity and being brave enough to test it out. I want to fit in for once in my life, painlessly and without embarrassment. Is that so terrible?
I’m betting the gay and lesbian Dopers can relate, but I’m wondering if other Dopers find themselves “faking” sometimes.