In my humble opinion, few things feel as good as a promising, burgeoning friendship.
As inept as I’ve historically been at finding great men to date, I excel at making new friends. We all have our strengths, and that’s one of mine. Friendships have been the building blocks of my adulthood. I reached 36 as an unmarried, childfree woman with a solid career and a full life. For the last decade and a half, friends have been my companions, my confidantes, my pro bono therapists and my life partners.
The current state of American friendship is a mixed bag. Years of pandemic isolation made people really start to consider the role that friendships play — or fail to play — in their lives. Social circles contracted, loneliness abounded. As the world opened up, we all tried to recalibrate. Should we let friendships that had fallen by the wayside stay there? Should we take it personally if some people didn’t seem that interested in reconnecting with us? How sho…
