The art of finding friends when you've Gone Places

Right, so, I posted weeks ago about not being able to find friends very easily. It's just not a simple task when, like me, going to bars and clubs and whatnot just isn't what you do. I mean, I suppose I COULD go there, but the chances of me finding people who also don't like going to bars AT a bar seems kind of slim, don't you think?

Where have I met my friends, I asked myself. The answer: school and the internet. Since I'm not longer in school, I turned to the internet.

GUESS WHAT. There are "friendship dating" sites. That's right. Where you sign up to meet people compatible with you--but just as friends. I signed up with Girlfriend Social, a site for women only who probably "is in a 'M4' category - Moved, Married, Motherhood - or you simply are looking for More Friends to be part of your girlfriend circles of friendship."

Well, I'm certainly in the "moved" category. Moved far, far away. Over most of a continent and a giant ocean.

Anyway, here again I ran into some trouble in regards to my ejection from the Bubble. While attempting to explain who I was in "about me" I kept thinking about who I am as a friend, since you know, I'm trying to get some friends. And who I wanted in a friend, too. The answer is "What Can Be Found In The Bubble." You know what I'm saying? I'm the friend who will put on her bathing suit and run around the soccer field in the rain with dinner rush hour looking down at us from the dining hall. I'm the friend who doesn't mind skipping through the parking lot of Walmart in the evening. And I want friends who will hike up a mountain in a fairy costume and sing song parodies and perform skits with me. I want friends who will sing the Game of Thrones song at the top of their lungs in the middle of a professional building.

But there's something in the back of my mind that warns me I'm not in the Bubble anymore: I'd probably get some weird looks if I ran around a soccer field in my bathing suit while it was raining, and I know I'm going to get a couple of stairs hiking up Mt. Cootha in a fairy costume this October.

The point is, I want someone who WON'T care that we're getting stared at and WON'T even think twice about it and WILL bomb my house with a few hundred banana peels with drawn-on faces on my birthday.

And from the start, too. I don't know how to do this "get to know people before showing your weirdness" thing. Surely the weird will scare them off? I'm not even that comfortable with the people I live with yet. It feels like I'll be judged, which doesn't matter from random passersby, but when it's people who I want to like me, I tend to hold back.

Why was it so easy in the Bubble to just let go?

Sisterhood. Gosh darned sisterhood. I need a pocket of Sisters to come over this way. Seriously, there's a futon here with your name on it.

I'll see what comes from the site. Right now I'm seeing lots of people who like to party in my search. I could give it a try, but the party held here was such an uncomfortable, disastrous experience that I don't really have a wish to repeat it any time soon. Seriously, who has a party without a Disney Movie? Does. Not. Compute.

Who knows? Maybe I'll find someone worthy of Bubbleness. Do you think that's possible? An honorary Sister? Do those exist? Anyone have any luck finding them? Because there are over two million people in this city and I haven't found one yet.

Maybe Cal and I should look for couples, or something. Double dates. I don't even know.

Anyway. Just over here, moping a bit. Blah.