The only difference between a twenty-eight-year-old woman and a thirty-eight-year-old woman is that one of them tries to hide how few friends she has and the other will e-mail you out of the blue and demand to hang out after meeting you for exactly four seconds in a room full of retired people and divorced people and new moms. The late-thirties woman knows that it’s no big deal to want to make new friends. Maybe it won’t be a life-changing time, or maybe you’ll be acquaintances, or maybe you’ll be vacationing together down the road. It’s worth a shot.
