They say dog is man’s best friend…but is a puppy a woman’s best friend? As I struggle to make connections with female friends in New York I find myself giving up. Who has the time or the patience to write 15 emails just to set up one evening of drinks. Whatever happened to those spontaneous last minute calls to meet up for brunch or coffee? Now everything is about scheduling, making plans and cancelling (always at the last minute.) And then when the impossible, actual meeting occurs you spend the next three to four hours talking about HER problems without getting a word in edgewise. There’s always some “drama” to help them figure out or some “condition” they can’t deal with so they dump all their anger and frustrations out on you and you walk away feeling drained (not to mention broke from the $50 bottle of wine that they just “had to have.”) It’s exhausting, really. No wonder women get labeled “high maintainance”. They take a lot of work! I think I’d rather hang out with my puppy. He doesn’t talk back, won’t cancel on me and even though he’s takes some work, he loves me back, unconditionally.
