We’re not friends

This is what I say when I tell a story about how somebody wants me to confide in them.  Usage example below…

Girl: How’s —–?  I heard he broke up with his girlfriend… that’s rough

Me: Yea… so that would be me…

Girl: Oh, I didn’t know.  Are you doing ok?  Want to talk sometime?  Call me if you need anything.

Me: We’re not friends!

Except, I didn’t actually say that last part.  I told her I was doing fine (I really was), politely answered her question (“When we talked last week, he was doing fine.”), and asked how she was doing.

Later, when I told this story to my friends (because really, how can you not tell that story?), I included the last line.  … so I said this part to myself while I was snacking on fruit and delicious fruit dip this evening.  To be honest, the story and the fruit dip are almost entirely unrelated, but the dip is amazing, and this story is rather amusing.

Fruit Dip:

  • 4 oz. cream cheese (softened)
  • 1/2 cup plain yogurt
  • 1 cup whipped cream
  • 1/2 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

Mix the ingredients.  Real good.  I served this for brunch with grapes, pineapple, and strawberries.  It has a hint of “fall” in it, but it’s not too much.  Amazingly, some was left over, and I’m enjoying it as we speak.

Now for the story…

With a name like mine, I do occasionally (read: often) get emails from people who are trying to get up with a different Jenny.  Usually, I mark as spam, and move on with my life.  Sometimes, they’re rather amusing.  Earlier today, I got an email from a lady who had emailed several of her friends (and me, by accident) about how she would miss tomorrow night’s get together, and how terrible she feels about that.  I marked as spam and moved on, as I said earlier.   Well this evening, one of her friends decided to “reply all”, and I got another email about said event.  I decided to go ahead and let them know that they didn’t really mean to email me so perhaps they could track down their other friend Jenny and make sure she could come.  I made a joke about how they all sound very nice, and included a winking face.

Then it got fun.  The response I got was “aren’t you coming tomorrow, Jenny?”

Obviously, I hadn’t been clear enough.  I wrote back, “I don’t think we know each other, and I think you’re trying to get up with a different Jenny.”

The response made my night: “If you are going, want to go together?”

No.  My answer is no.  We’re not friends.  We’re just not.

One Response to “We’re not friends”

  1. Oh no, now I fear that we aren’t friends and you only think it in your head…. c’est la vie. I’ll just be your online stalker then.

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