Month: December 2017

In Search Of Friends | Sheela Writes

In Search Of A Friend

Who knew it’d be so elusive? That thing called a friend, or friends.   I really do not have anything new to update since I began my adventures, I confess.  You know.  On Wednesday.  When I shared my comical “friendless” state and the slew of new (and unbidden) knowledge I’d recently acquired in the areas of today’s dating scene? W A I T N O, T H A T’S N O T T R U E I actually do have a few tales to tell. Funny ones. Story of my life. Faux Fur Jacket (UrbanOG) | Camo Pants (c/o F21) | Biker Booties (Bakers) | Bra & Oversized Sunnies (Poshmark) | Choker (c/o ManicPanic) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics) After my online adventures, I decided to go old school.  My first move was to smile at some of the ladies at the gym.  I think I must have scared the shit out of them because in all the five years we’ve seen each other, I’ve done nothing but walk the opposite direction when I …

Shall We Be Friends | Sheela Writes

Shall We Be Friends?

I want to be your friend Do you want to be my friend too?   I’m not quite sure how to begin this post.  Wait, actually, I do.  I want to preface things by saying that my husband was is fully aware (and supportive) of every app and website I’ve joined, in my pursuit of finding myself a friend.  Or three.  And that when I first embarked upon this journey, mah boo thought I was stepping out on my man.  Shaking my head.  Alright, moving on. So yes.  Building upon my earlier post, for the last 6 to 8 weeks, I’ve been trying to make friends.  And in this day and age, that basically translates into seeking people out online, and introducing oneself electronically, all in the hopes of “connecting”.  An entirely new concept for me.  Something I’ve never done before because, you know, I’m in my 40s and I’m old school, and I’ve never been particularly fond of people to begin with.  Let me regale you with what I’ve been doing to achieve all …

I Friend You | Sheela Writes

I Friend You

I don’t like socialising very much You see, I’m not a people person at all   Even from an early age (as in 5 years old), I was never very comfortable around people.  It mattered not one iota if they were older or if they were my peers, I’ve always only felt awkward.  An oddity on display that was sized up, assessed, and found wanting at rapid fire speed.  Note, of course, that much of this existed solely in my head, and that the people in my vicinity were, in truth, normal and nice, and completely sans nefarious intentions. Naturally, I gravitated towards the world wide web when it became the zeitgeist of friend-making.  I mean, that’s how the man and I first met, online. No muss, no fuss. Z E R O H A S S L E You never had to meet in person (especially if they’re on the opposite end of the world, which makes for very interesting cultural comparisons), and when the cravings for solo time hit, you only had to …