If you have been reading my articles, you probably could have guessed that my favorite show is Sex and the City. This show is the epitome of fabulous fashion, bad dating stories and female friendship. It’s what inspired me to write this series and to really commit to putting myself out there. One of my favorite quotes from the show is, “maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates, and guys are just people to have fun with,” and to be honest, I think that saying holds true.
I’ve got my own soulmates. The four of us have been through thick and thin, and subsequently, the ringer with the men that have come into our lives. If you think my stories are bad, you should hear what we talk about during our weekly trip to Plaza. From ruthless people watching, to living room dance parties, we know how to have a good time. So this week I am not going to talk about boys. I am just going to tell you all about my Galentines.
I’ll start with *my* Charlotte. She is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She’s the type of person who never has anything bad to say about anyone, is so optimistic it’s contagious and picks boys I want to punch in the face. Only Charlotte’s demeanor could get me to not do that! Charlotte is the girl that visits you at work and offers to help you with your homework, and I’m pretty lucky to have her in my life.
Sam is a Gemini, so that should tell you all that you need to know. He’s a firecracker, funny as hell and always down for a good time. Karaoke night? Call Sam. Need to laugh so hard you pee your pants? Sam again. Need someone to tell you the truth about your outfit? Ask Sam (or don’t, depending on your mental state). Sam is probably the fastest friend I have made in my life, and I am grateful for that bitch every day.
Lastly is my Miranda. Miranda scared the shit out of me when we met. While it took us longer to become friends, I don’t think I have ever had a friend that I know has my back at any given time, for any given reason. Miranda went home this weekend, and I realized that not only is she my best friend, she’s my emotional crutch. I FaceTimed her five times in four days, and she answered; Every. Single. Time. In short, she’s a badass, and everyone should try to be more like Miranda.
When I woke up this morning, feeling bummed to be alone on Valentine’s Day, I opened my door and saw all of my friends in my kitchen. The waffle iron was out, they all yelled good morning and my very own Samantha made me a plate of mini waffles. We ate breakfast, told jokes and screamed our 2000s pop anthems at a ridiculous volume for 10 a.m. on a Sunday. It’s moments like these that remind me, even if I don’t find my college sweetheart at Penn State, there’s no denying that I found my soulmates.
While Valentine’s Day can feel isolating at times, take a step back and remember all the other things. Next week, I will return with more dating stories (and buckle up because these ones are good), but in the meantime tell us about you and yours. Tweet us at @VALLEYmag, and tell us all about your Galentines!
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