It's Official

I am the best friend a girl could ask for. No, no... it's true. Last night I had the urge to go out on the town. I rung Nadia as she knows her way around this city. Later (after the O.C. of course -- which I sadly got addicted once I was no longer in the States), she turned up telling me about a cute rugby player that she met in her gender class. Yes, we are talking rugged rugby player taking a class to open his mind to the issues of gender. He texted her on our way to the pub asking if he could bring over a DVD to watch. She looked at me and I said, "If you don't ditch me right now, we are so not friends." I assisted her in the readying of the flat that always happens before a guy's visit and went home to watch TV. (Let me also take a moment to explain that she is not my only friend or anything, but the only one who was in town and that I would want to go drink with.)

Now, I cannot say that I didn't have ulterior motives though. I hope that somehow the karma gods were looking down on me and saying, "Now that girl deserves her own rugged, yet sensitive rugby player. Let's make hers really insanely smart, too." Hopefully, I can update this story in the near future with news of my rugby utopia. We shall see. Otherwise, I bet I can get her to buy me a glass wine while we discuss the details of her evening. Either way, I'm happy.