Real Girlfriends - I Miss Having Them Near

Something I miss having in my life these days is that circle of REAL friends – actually REAL girlfriends.

I am not talking about the girl friends whom you spend the most time with because they don’t embarrass you in public by behaving in loud or rude ways. I am not talking about the kind of friend who is your ace boon – until they meet a new man, just broke up with the last man, or you get a new man and they want to meet his friends to see if their next man is amongst them.

I am talking about girlfriends who get out of bed in Menlo Park, San Jose, or Oakland to come to your place in Hayward – at 7:30 AM on a Monday morning through rush hour traffic – to help you get to your feet, then keep holding on to help you stand up to or through whatever trial or tribulation has stolen your strength.
I am talking about the kind of girlfriends that you can cry with; not the oh I’ll smear my make up kind of crying, but snotty-faced, hiccuping-sobs, keening and ululating I-just-lost-my-child kind of crying.
I really miss having girlfriends like that.