Deux amies à Paris

FOFriend, Kara, has been divorced for years.  A lawyer, she has a 31-year-old married daughter, who lives across the country.  I ran into her at the nail salon yesterday, where we quickly caught up, as FOFs do so well. Kara’s daughter is expecting a child in the spring; she’s worked harder in the last year than she’s worked since she graduated law school (“we don’t have enough employees”), and she’s leaving in a few days on a two-week trip to Cambodia and Thailand, with a gay friend. When I asked if she’s seeing anyone, Kara shook her head and said: “I have no interest in meeting anyone. My life is full and I’d rather go away and do things with my friend.”

This is an oft-repeated FOF declaration. Many of us don’t need  a man constantly in our lives. Even when we have a partner, it’s energizing to go out with our friends, sans a man. My close FOFriend, Mary Ann, and I are going to Paris together in two weeks and can’t wait to return. The last time we visited, it was in March 1997, to celebrate my 50th birthday. I treated her and my aunt Sylvia for a long weekend. The weather was glorious.

Life can be so much fun when we “change it up.” No one does it better than FOFs. We thrive on it!