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I have a running joke with my two friends in tri training that the swim instructor is my new BFF because I’m at the pool M-F. He just doesn’t know this.
I find this to be a minor point.
I like imaginary relationships. They take the pressure off of ever finding time to do anything together. You can drive by their house, and just hang out in your car on the street. It doesn’t even matter if they’re there. (But if they are there, I recommend you hunch down a little.)
You can tell people they think you are wonderful without any basis whatsoever. Just make sure they don’t hear you.
Because THAT would be embarrassing.
(Dear Swim Instructor, This is strictly hypothetical. I’ve never done a drive by of your house. But I have a strong feeling I would love your curtains. Sincerely, the redheaded girl in swim class you nod your head to when you see)