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FRIENDSHIPS IN TRANSITION
Sexy, professional baseball player, Ryan Tilton has just introduced himself to Nicky Young, a woman coming of age who has had her business plan accepted by the San Francisco Goliaths for a high school cheer team to perform during their games.
Nicky knows there is something different about their exchange, but no ready to admit anything quite yet. She is afraid of new relationships. She’s been raised in a home where addiction, dysfunction, and abandonment are the usual.
Why is there competition among friends?
Why is there competition among friends?
After they left us, Colleen came over.
“I saw you and Ryan Tilton talking.”
There’d always been a friendly competition between us, but with the acceptance of my business entertainment plan for our cheer team, our relationship had become somewhat strained.
“So?” What’s your point?” I asked.
“So, I saw him kiss your hand,” she said, sidling up to me, “and he spent so much time talking with you. Don’t you think he’s got a crush on you?”
“A crush? Are you saying he’s got a crush on me?” I asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she said.
“Oh come on. He’s twenty-four. Didn’t he kiss your hand, too?” I asked.
“No. He. Did. Not.” she said slowly, enunciating her words.
No? That was just for me? Hmm…
“It’s because I’m the lead contact and my name is on everything,” I said. “That’s all.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what. I see that look in my boyfriend’s eyes and I know it’s more than you think, Nicky,” she said. “That look says ‘I wanna play with you.’”
“You’re imagining things,” I said.
But what if?
“He asked me about volunteering at the Veteran’s Hospital in Yountville,” I said. “I told him I’d speak with you guys about it.”
“Well anyway, I’d keep an eye on him,” she said. “There’s fire there for you.”
“No way,” I said. “We’ll see,” she said.
Maybe we will at that.
1. Nicky is desperate to escape her home life. Why wouldn’t she jump at the chance to have a new relationship?
2. Her best friend is challenging her. When and why does that happen between girlfriends? Does it happen with boyfriends? Is it natural that competition develops between friends? Can Nicky handle competition of this sort in a healthy way?
3. How could Nicky reach out in a healthy and age appropriate way to let her know she isn’t trying to steal attention?
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Nicky knows there is something different about their exchange, but no ready to admit anything quite yet. She is afraid of new relationships. She’s been raised in a home where addiction, dysfunction, and abandonment are the usual.
Why is there competition among friends?
Why is there competition among friends?
After they left us, Colleen came over.
“I saw you and Ryan Tilton talking.”
There’d always been a friendly competition between us, but with the acceptance of my business entertainment plan for our cheer team, our relationship had become somewhat strained.
“So?” What’s your point?” I asked.
“So, I saw him kiss your hand,” she said, sidling up to me, “and he spent so much time talking with you. Don’t you think he’s got a crush on you?”
“A crush? Are you saying he’s got a crush on me?” I asked.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she said.
“Oh come on. He’s twenty-four. Didn’t he kiss your hand, too?” I asked.
“No. He. Did. Not.” she said slowly, enunciating her words.
No? That was just for me? Hmm…
“It’s because I’m the lead contact and my name is on everything,” I said. “That’s all.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what. I see that look in my boyfriend’s eyes and I know it’s more than you think, Nicky,” she said. “That look says ‘I wanna play with you.’”
“You’re imagining things,” I said.
But what if?
“He asked me about volunteering at the Veteran’s Hospital in Yountville,” I said. “I told him I’d speak with you guys about it.”
“Well anyway, I’d keep an eye on him,” she said. “There’s fire there for you.”
“No way,” I said. “We’ll see,” she said.
Maybe we will at that.
1. Nicky is desperate to escape her home life. Why wouldn’t she jump at the chance to have a new relationship?
2. Her best friend is challenging her. When and why does that happen between girlfriends? Does it happen with boyfriends? Is it natural that competition develops between friends? Can Nicky handle competition of this sort in a healthy way?
3. How could Nicky reach out in a healthy and age appropriate way to let her know she isn’t trying to steal attention?
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I invite you to sign up there for my newsletter where we will form a book club, have discussions, live readings, free chapters and previews of new books and much more!
Women in Transition
Yes, I'm into my fifties now. Hooray! Each morning I look for another line on my lips. Soon I'll give up. Maybe there will be so many of them they'll combine to form a nice new lip again. Yes, I'm kidding.
Somehow women in their fifties seem to get lost, don't they? We're not climbing the ladder any longer, and certainly can't claim any resemblance, physically or otherwise to our thirties and forties.
We're almost or are done with parenting, but we're not seniors. We don't get discounts, we have to hang onto expensive health insurance because we're not ready for medicare. I don't care about fancy trips or hotels and actually long for the days we camped out - but guess what? My hips would never take sleeping on the ground any longer.
Our hair has probably a good amount of gray in it by now, but damn if I'll stop coloring it. It's the one thing I have that's still lovely and beautiful – my long brunette hair with auburn highlights - even if they're created by tinfoil at the beauty parlor.
But I'm going off into a tangent . . . My real issue and pet peeve is, where are our magazines?
I don't want another literary magazine, or travel magazine. I'm tired of Wall Street, and Beautiful Home, Amish Country, Pioneer Woman, and Sunset.
Where are the things that bring smiles to our age group? Huffington Post? Ha! Either have money so you can travel, be prepared to read articles that promise we can be truly free and uninhibited now with sex--by the way, who in their fifties doesn't already understand we're no longer a mystery with each other if you've been with your partner any length of time? Oh, and the retirement publications and commercials - stop!
Are you kidding? I'm working harder than ever, even as younger people around me suggest I'm ready to retire and go out of business.
I've been trying to reach out to key friendships of my own age group because they're the only ones who understand the new pain I woke up with, or . . . shit, has my butt dropped a little more?
We struggle with bras, and spanx, and girdles – should we bother any longer? Isn't it nice just to let everything wiggle free around the house?
And the pills available? Please. Not another aritificial solution which may cause death, or a promise of smooth skin, or looking forty again.
Let's face it.
We're 50, we're beautiful with our fat, our bones, our smiles, and all our lines. And somebody please give me a damn magazine or place I can go to celebrate and rejoice with other women who aren't faced with articles and blogs and medicines and creams that promise youth.
So where are the articles that just celebrate who we are, where we are, and what we can offer?
Because honey--ain't no getting back the skin I had twenty years ago.
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Somehow women in their fifties seem to get lost, don't they? We're not climbing the ladder any longer, and certainly can't claim any resemblance, physically or otherwise to our thirties and forties.
We're almost or are done with parenting, but we're not seniors. We don't get discounts, we have to hang onto expensive health insurance because we're not ready for medicare. I don't care about fancy trips or hotels and actually long for the days we camped out - but guess what? My hips would never take sleeping on the ground any longer.
Our hair has probably a good amount of gray in it by now, but damn if I'll stop coloring it. It's the one thing I have that's still lovely and beautiful – my long brunette hair with auburn highlights - even if they're created by tinfoil at the beauty parlor.
But I'm going off into a tangent . . . My real issue and pet peeve is, where are our magazines?
I don't want another literary magazine, or travel magazine. I'm tired of Wall Street, and Beautiful Home, Amish Country, Pioneer Woman, and Sunset.
Where are the things that bring smiles to our age group? Huffington Post? Ha! Either have money so you can travel, be prepared to read articles that promise we can be truly free and uninhibited now with sex--by the way, who in their fifties doesn't already understand we're no longer a mystery with each other if you've been with your partner any length of time? Oh, and the retirement publications and commercials - stop!
Are you kidding? I'm working harder than ever, even as younger people around me suggest I'm ready to retire and go out of business.
I've been trying to reach out to key friendships of my own age group because they're the only ones who understand the new pain I woke up with, or . . . shit, has my butt dropped a little more?
We struggle with bras, and spanx, and girdles – should we bother any longer? Isn't it nice just to let everything wiggle free around the house?
And the pills available? Please. Not another aritificial solution which may cause death, or a promise of smooth skin, or looking forty again.
Let's face it.
We're 50, we're beautiful with our fat, our bones, our smiles, and all our lines. And somebody please give me a damn magazine or place I can go to celebrate and rejoice with other women who aren't faced with articles and blogs and medicines and creams that promise youth.
So where are the articles that just celebrate who we are, where we are, and what we can offer?
Because honey--ain't no getting back the skin I had twenty years ago.
Please comment at:
www.PamelaTaeuffer.com
https://www.facebook.com/pamela.taeuf...
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