I met a new girl in my building yesterday. Her name is Mary. She's from Singapore, but lived in the US for a while too.
Mary and I walked beside one another almost the whole way from the MRT to the gate where we both live. Of course, neither of us knew where the other was going and we walked in silence the entire way.
Once we got inside the gate and realized we were neighbors, we began chatting like old friends. She's been living here for six months now. She moved from near Cleveland. We talked about the gym. She admitted she had never been and wanted to know what it was like. Then she began to turn toward her tower, which just so happened to be *my* tower too. So we talked as we rode the elevator. She got off on the 10th floor. I had another six floors to go before reaching my condo. The whole way I couldn't help but be excited I finally made a friend in my building.
You know how the girl in the stall next to you becomes your new best friend when she's got toilet paper and you don't? "Could you please hand me some toilet paper?" Your hands touch beneath the stall. It's magic. Okay, maybe not quite like that. But admit it. You have so much gratitude for this girl that you want to get her MySpace username, add her to your friends and put her in your Top 8. Then you want to invite her out for drinks and introduce her to your other friends (who you met exactly the same way, only at a different Wal-Mart). Well, that's how I feel about Mary. She didn't hand me toilet paper, but she's my first friend in my condos. That's H U G E. And I know we only talked for just a few minutes, but there was a connection.
Oh crap. I really need to get out more. I just re-read that. Boy do I sound like a stalker. Or maybe like an expat who really needs some friends!
TGFA. Thank God for Alicia. I have gotten out of the house at least once this week. And next week she's taking me shopping. And, next week I'm teaching some other expat women how to build a website, so that'll get me out of the house. See? Mary has nothing to worry about. Until Alicia goes back to the US, anyway.
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