Yes! I make friends easily.

I mean, I guess it depends on what you mean by “friend.” But people I meet usually like me. And if they don’t there’s usually something wrong with them. I think I’ve made really really good friends with everyone at the office, except, you know, with the people who have something wrong with them. Like . . . okay. Denny. (and Marlene, but I’d rather not even talk about her) But you know? Denny’s just . . . I know he’s Alan’s best friend and stuff, but, I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure that relationship out. They are complete opposites and - Oh my god, this is so weird. I’m reading the latest issue of marie claire right now, the one with totally sexy Maggie Gyllenhaal on the cover, and there’s this interview with a woman from Dubai, and she says she likes to wear her long black “abaya” thingy because it makes her feel glamorous while still representing her culture. Then the interviewer lady goes “how many abaya do you own?” and she’s like “How many pairs of shoes does Carrie Bradshaw own?” My god. Is that cool or what? I could probably be best friends with that woman, and she’s from a totally different culture. So, yes. I make friends easily.

But . . . Denny. I don’t understand Alan’s taste in friends. Maybe they’re both trying to challenge themselves. I mean, I guess it shows that both of them can be open minded when they need to. They put aside their political differences for each other, just like I could do with the woman from Dubai. So I guess it’s pretty cool. Maybe I’ll have to be more open minded around Denny. I just don’t think he likes me. It would be natural for him to see me as competition, since Alan and I are in love, but I’m completely willing to let Alan spend time with his friends. I wouldn’t be one of these demanding, high maintenance wives who’s all, ‘pay attention to me! me! me!. No, I’d be like Jane Asher in the original Alfie (Cuz Jude Law doesn’t hold a candle to Michael Caine) And I’m actually a pretty good cook . . .

Anyway, yes I make friends easily. I feel sorry for people who don’t, or can’t, make friends. Sometimes I think about super shy people like Jerry (ooc: okay, someone has got to pick up ‘Hands’ as an LJ character) and I wonder how sad it would be to be like them. So, I guess I’m lucky. I suppose I fit into the category of “well-adjusted, outgoing people with strongly developed social skills.”