I have a girlfriend that I met when I showed up to her house for a book club someone else had invited me to. I didn’t know who I was looking for as I knocked on the door that night years ago but when she answered I knew we’d be friends. She was hip in a black t-shirt and pixie bangs. She was refreshing. She was open. She offered me a beer, referred to the “feminist perspective” when discussing the book and before I knew it we were exchanging life stories way into the night. I’d just moved to Missoula and when I walked into her house felt, for the first time since I’d been here, like I’d found my people.
I joked at her wedding a few years later that as soon as I met her I knew I wanted to be her friend and that I thought I would just follow her around until she wanted to be mine. Luckily, it didn’t come to that. We hit it off and we’ve been friends ever since I landed on her doorstep. [Read More]