Maybe it’s because all six year olds bonded over making unidentifiable objects out of Play-Doh, or because we didn’t worry about our patterned turtlenecks being trendy, but making a new best friend was a cinch as a kindergartner. In fact, if you owned Lands’ End overalls that were similar to my denim ensemble, I automatically invited you over to my house to trade stickers.
Finding a boyfriend was even easier—all it took was passing a hand-written note scribbled on a piece of loose leaf paper to your crush. A simple question determined whether or not you could doodle his name across the front of your notebook in Gelly Roll pens: Will you be my boyfriend? Circle yes or no. Everyone was a serial dater in elementary school and you always ended up dating your BFF’s ex-boyfriend—that was perfectly acceptable, though, considering that few relationships lasted through recess.
Despite knowing a lot of people in New York, I don’t have my core group of friends here in the city. Then again, living with a 52-year-old guy didn’t exactly help open up new circles of friends, either. I got lucky when I moved and found not only a great apartment, but a great roommate as well. Trisha happens to be from Maryland, and there are no talking panda bears in sight (um, yeah, my first living situation was pretty bad).
Because I’m the only public relations intern at Jill Stuart, I haven’t had much of a chance to meet the design team interns. It’s also difficult to instantaneously become actual friends with someone that you meet at a bar, especially when you’re shouting over the music and can barely remember anyone’s name.
Before coming to the city, I had been emailing Lauren, and we talked about getting lunch once she moved to New York herself. I’ve been reading her blog, Sprinkled with Love, for about a year now, and I discovered in February that we have a mutual friend—a girl that I worked with during Fashion Week is Lauren’s good friend!
On Friday, we planned to meet at Whole Foods in Columbus Circle before going to Central Park. Having a one-on-one meet-up with a blogger is like dating on Match.com. It’s weird. You know what your date looks like, but let’s be serious, Photoshop can do wonders. You already know his or her personal interests, but no one lists live action role-playing as a hobby on their profile.
We sat and talked over salads for two hours, not even realizing how much time had passed. I didn’t feel the need to secretly pull pepper spray out of my purse, so we continued our afternoon at the park.
Discussing everything from blogging to our love of J.Crew, we spent over an hour sitting on a bench chatting away. Just like that, I felt as if I was back in kindergarten, making a new friend that I would soon share my Dunkaroos with at snack time.
Lauren’s friend, Allie, was celebrating her 22nd birthday last night, so Lauren invited me to join them. They had rented several tables at the Strand’s rooftop bar, which had an amazing view of the Empire State Building.
The combination of a cool summer evening, great new friends, and a glass of wine made for the perfect night in the city.
Is it hard for you to make new friends as an adult?
If you are a blogger, have you ever had a one-on-one blogger meet-up? Were you nervous?