hail to the extrovert

Since last week I tipped my hat to the introverts, my own people, this week I thought I’d acknowledge extroversion. My friend Greek Life and I have nothing in common. She’s a sorority girl who doesn’t drink coffee, hike or read anything Oprah doesn’t recommend. She’s a religious shopper, devoted college football watcher, and drinks white wine that’s so sweet it could be a lollipop flavor. And before we go out, there is always a 15 minute wardrobe audition to help her choose the matchiest heels and necklaces from an enormous collection. We’re very Tampa meets Chicago.

But, she was the first friend I made when I moved here. I get invited to dinner at her house all the time. Whenever I’m bored or lonely I can invite myself over, and she’ll always say yes. My bike lives in her garage. For the last 3 years I’ve been wearing the same fleece pullover from her coat closet that someone left at a party whenever I get cold in her drafty living room. She knows I want the half serving of wine, a side of vegetables when we order Chinese, and the movie without violence or schmaltz.

Thank you open door extroverts for the invitations, the dinners, and another couch to crash on.