I'm happy you're in love, but I don't want to hear about it.

The BBQ Pit
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I have a friend. Shocking, I know. She’s not a great friend, but she is an old friend. She’s the type of person that is great fun in small incriments, but far too much to deal with in large doses.

About a month ago, I called her. We exchanged hellos, and then she asked me what was new. “I met a guy! He’s really sweet, and I really like him.” She replies with an
“Me Too!” Turns out that I met my guy the day before she met hers. Now I’m just at the place in my life where I am finally ready for a healthy, non co-dependant, adult relationship. She got out of a BigAssRelationship in the beginning of the summer, and has been enjoying her independance. So she said that while she really liked this guy, and talked to him for an hour, she wasn’t going to persue it.

I, being a good friend and hearing what she was REALLY saying behind her words, knew that she wanted to find this guy, but was too scared to. So I goaded her into it. Made her call him. Told her I would have no respect for her as a strong woman if she didn’t. So she did.

At the same time, the aforementioned Sweet Guy blew me off. Claimed he was too busy with school. Which is the lamest excuse I think I’ve ever heard. No one’s too busy for nookie.

So my friend starts a whirlwind romance, and within two weeks, they have professed their love for eachother and are planning a tropical vacation in February.

I’m happy for her. Really. But given that she KNOWS I was a little distured by Sweet Guy’s obvious apathy towards me, and other recent heart sprains and breaks, you’d think she’s excercise a LITTLE restraint in constantly declaring her love for this guy, wouldn’t you? I am not exagerating when I say it’s ALL she talks about. Non-stop. How amazing it is, how wonderful HE is, how rare and special a gift it is. There’s only so many times a Swiddle can say “Yep, you’re really lucky…” or some variation thereof before I just loose all interest and start counting the holes in the ceiling. Plus, a very superficial and bitter part of me is thinking “Great. She’s really in love. That’s ANOTHER $150 bridesmaid dress I’m going to have to buy.”

I’m kinda looking forward to when he returns again from Boston next week, and she goes back to being obsessed with him and doesn’t have time for any of her other friends. And FWIW I know her roommate feels the exact same way, she leaves the room whenever this girl mentions her BF’s name.

Stupid happy people.

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Hmmm…I dunno…that’s a little fast. I guess that’s possible, but I always thought that actual love was something that one slowly fell in, yanno?

Sounds more like an infatuation that actually being in love, IMO. Then again, I’m a cynic about these things. Heh.
“I’m kinda looking forward to when he returns again from Boston next week, and she goes back to being obsessed with him and doesn’t have time for any of her other friends.”

Hmm…that kind of bothers me. I don’t think it’s a smart move for a person to just shrug off their friends for a “special someone”.

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$150 bridesmaids dresses? Man, you get off cheap - the wedding I’m in three weeks from now has so far cost me approximately $300 - $225 for the dress, driving costs to where it’s located for seamstress appointments, shoes and so forth.

Then there will be the hotel, meal and driving costs for the actual wedding. I figure a minimum of $500-$600 for this wedding, total.
I’ve just learned to smile and nod when I have friends who are doing the “I’m so in love thing”. Not that I wouldn’t be there if they needed anything, but I have a couple of friends who can go on for hours about their wonderful boyfriends, which leads to the smiling and nodding.

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Well, I’ll just shut my mouth then.

:smiley:

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Hmmph. At least you have friends.

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Hey, you made her call the guy. Too bad for you it turned out so well for her.

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{{{Swimming Riddles}}}

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Yeah, happy people really can be a pain in the arse Swiddles but imagine what it’s going to be like when they spit up!!

Don’t you fret. Your ‘special someone’ is just waiting around the corner to sweep you off your feet.

Oh, sorry…that was the street-cleaner. :smiley:

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Spit up? Ewww, I’m not sure I want to imagine that!

teehee:p

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I saw the “spit up” reference as a sly premonition of the day when friend calls you to babysit on a Friday night …“because we know you aren’t seeing anyone and we figured you’d be free”

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Yeah…that was what I meant…it wasn’t really a typo, you believe me don’t you?? :stuck_out_tongue:

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Would you rather I constantly told you how miserably lonely I am?

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There’s a sig line if I ever saw one!

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{{{SwimmingRiddles}}}

This happened to me too, back in my junior year of high school. A mutual friend introduced me to a guy I ended up dating and I in turn introduced said friend to a girl of his own (one of my best friends). Time went on and before long, the boy had broken up with me (something I never fully had gotten over). I was crushed for about a year, and from day one of their relationship until this very day, I would hear them constantly profess about their love for each other. Every. Damn. Day. Days when I was crying because of my broken heart, they would go, “Hey, that’s great, but did you know I love ****?” Add in tons of details about their dates, fights, sex lives, etc. Every day. The best part was when they constantly compared my relationship with my (then ex ) boyfriend, telling me that they were glad theirs wasn’t a failure like ours. I listened with a patient ear most of the time, but every so often I would tell them to please stop. They’d stop for a day, and then start up again. It got quite annoying, and I felt bad when they broke up and I found that I was relieved. When the boyfriend and I got back together, I was VERY tempted to rub our love in their faces, but decided not to. Chin up, SwimmingRiddles, it gets better.

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I meant that, while I felt bad that they broke up, I felt even worse that I was relieved because of it (no more stories…).

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Just came back from dinner at the Riddles’ house. OlderSisterRiddles, who is a little touchy about being 31, confessed that she had a horrible dream that she and I were the two spinster sisters from James and the Giant Peach, and that YoungerSisterRiddles came with to visit with her perfect suburban family. Great.

The thing I’m afraid of with my Ridiculously Happy Friend is that I think it IS serious. I’m from a VERY small community. Population 200. She’s from the next town over. Her guy’s parents now live in my parents’ town, and they go to the same church. Everyone’s known each other forever, but for whatever reason, the two of them never met each other. He’s an artist, she’s a yoga teacher/dancer. He told her he’s been waiting his whole life for her. It’s ridiculous, and nausiating, and I completely expect them to get married.

Lsura I was just in a MEDEVAL wedding in South Florida at the end of October. $160 for the dress, $200 for the plane ticket, $100 for the car rental, present, drinking money, etc. Easily $400. Plus, because I was in full wench garb (couldn’t have been PRINCESSEY, nope. Wenchy.) and it was 95 degrees in the shade, the ceremony is a blur of sweat and cheap wine. I hate weddings.

And on top of everything, this bastard is back in town for Christmas. I know this not because he has written or returned my emails (only 2) in three months, but because he sent a Christmas card to our old work place, and a mutual friend informed me of its contents.

Honestly, if I didn’t have my Pink Panther to tell me how pretty my hair is, and to ask me if I’ve lost weight, I’d lose all hope for mankind.

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Hey! Hey! I’m single! I’m 34! Introduce me to your sister if you’re not interested!

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In both my experience and observation, fast seems to be at least as much the rule as slow, when we’re talking about The Real Thing.

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It could be worse; You could be J. Lo’s friend. (“I have to pay for another dress?”) :slight_smile:

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RTFirefly:
“In both my experience and observation, fast seems to be at least as much the rule as slow, when we’re talking about The Real Thing.”

But, I always thought that when something happens that quickly, it tends to fall apart easily. Course what do I know? I’ve never been in love. Heheheh