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Post small-group conversations are the best. Tonight the girls and boys went separate ways, and we ended up talking about (you guessed it) boys. It's fun to have these conversations for the first time...


Girl With Insight: The thing about girls is that we don't need men for friends. We have that emotional intimacy with other girls. We want men for dating. But men - they don't have those deep relationships with each other, so they look for that with women. They want women to bear their souls to, even when they don't want to date.
The Rest of Us: Hmmmmmmmm.


Girl: ...yeah, so I don't want coffee dates for friend sh**! I want coffee dates for dates!
Me: Uh, did you just say "friend sh**?
Girl: What? No! FriendSHIP!
All of us: That's not what we heard.
Me: I kind of wish you had said friend sh**...


On the bus ride home, I listened to Mumford & Sons. I'm officially addicted. They tug at me. Who knew the banjo could be so beautiful?

Comments

  1. Katie V.10:47 AM

    Ooo, Mumford & Sons is new to me. I like! Although...all I hear is Dave Matthews singing (who I love). Or is that whom?

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  2. Beth10:54 AM

    katie - i think you'll love them. the lead singer is marcus mumford...i can hear a bit of similarity to dave matthews.

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  3. afro-chick11:46 AM

    wow. i like what your friend said (:
    hahahah...i kinda wish she'd said "friend s***" as well!

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