Last night four of us piled into a cab - me, Twanna, and Abiola in back and my boyfriend in the front. I got to feel like all the people who give me shit about my bags are stupid last night when I had an extra pair of shoes to lend Twanna, because her feet were hurting (though her shoes were so hot I bent down and kisesd her foot).
Anyway, immediately we, of course, starting talking about boys. It’d be a little hard to recreate the conversation and I couldn’t exactly but it involved flirting, Facebook status updates, debating whether to visit one, an update on an old hookup and general girl talk. The cab ride was maybe 15 minutes but we said a LOT.
That is indeed one aspect of being a girl that I love: girl talk. It’s not that it’s always so gossipy; to me that can encompass really any kind of talking but with my closest friends, like Twanna, I know I can tell them anything, and I mean anything, and not only won’t they judge me, but we can actually talk. Dissect. Giggle. Reminesce. Get advice.
I’ve certainly been in relationships with men where we talked and have guy friends but it’s not the same by a long shot. When we got out of the cab, A was like, “Girls talk a lot. About everything.” And I was like, “Yeah, we do.” And we do. Last night I sent a text to a friend about someone she’d just met that said, “He has a giant penis FYI.” It just seemed like something she should know.
I can’t imagine my life without girl talk. That being said, I also value the things I don’t talk about as much as the things I do. It’s sometimes hard to explain the dynamics of a relationship to someone else who’s outside of the situation, and I realized this year that sometimes, the talking winds up taking precedence over the real thing. Or something (or rather, someone) becomes a story to trot out at parties…”OMG, this one time I hooked up with ____.” And I tried to rein myself in with that because while maybe it is a story and there’s on in particular that is so surreal I still don’t know what to make of it, there are real people who are my friends involved in those stories.
But I will always love those feverishly rushed whispery giggly juicy conversations. Sometimes they are about nothing more than a mood, a cute girl flirting at a party and what almost happened. They’re about the possibilities and I hope that even if I “settle down,” whatever that means, there are always possibilities. And girl friends to talk about them with.
