A while ago I started writing a series of People in my Life, and then I got bored with it for a bit. but now I’m back.
Marie is my friend. I don’t know how and neither does she. We met at my friend Storm’s birthday at The Whickham. I was dating Jason at the time, in an open relationship. I don’t know if that intrigued her, or whever, but she introduced herself to Jason as being pansexual. At least, I think that’s the term she used. Jason’s eyeballs turned to magnets as he plied her for more information. I believe this was sincerely motivated by about 80% ‘I want to sleep with you’ and the rest genuine interest. I’m making numbers up though.
To be honest I can’t recall when or where or why or how I saw her next. I’m guessing it was probably Jason who pursued that friendship. That whole time (read: everything that happened over two weeks ago) is really hazy for me now. The next time I clearly recall seeing Marie was at a house party at my house in New Farm. I’d probably created a facebook event with a start time of 6pm, knowing full well that most (sane, reasonable people who know how parties actually work) would start to show up at 7-8pm.
Marie ain’t any dem things. Marie knocked at the door at 6pm exactly. I was not dressed, the house had not been tidied. There was no music or snacks. She was unforgivably early.
“Actually, I’m right on time, I thought. The event said 6pm.”
I didn’t know her that well so I had to sit and make conversation while also doing my make-up to prepare for the rest of the guests.
After that, well, we had mutual friends. We gradually spent more time with each other at communal events. We invited her to hungover ice skating and strawberry picking and she yelled at us that normal people didn’t do such things on Sunday mornings.
Then Marie started doing this course, located just down the road from the office I worked at, so we started getting lunch there once a week. Usually it was a shared pizza hut while we sat in the shade talking shit. I remember this one lunch, it might have even been the first such, where we went to the train station cafe to order eggs on toast or something. We were sitting there in that kinda enclosed outside area with green garden mesh hiding us from the passing trains when Marie told me about some dramaz she had been through in the past. All of a sudden she was just hella opening up to me about some deeply personal stuff and I felt like that was a bit of a turning point. After that day I felt like I knew her better.
Her course finished but we continued to arrange to meet in the city for lunch. If I could convince her to go shopping with me that was always a bonus.
See.. girls shopping, that’s a thing, am I not correct? A thing that girls do together, to bond and etc. but while I like to browse every single item just in case it might turn out to be something I like, Marie only goes into a shop if she is already sure there is something she will like – she looks at that one item, buys it or not, and leaves. Basically even though we both like outfits we have completely opposing shopping philosophies and it never works.
Marie generally housesits while I’m away and as a direct result has grown to love cats, especially Guppy and Whisky and Munchy. I guess you can’t help but connect with someone who has a deep connection to your fluffy cat babies.
So… nowadays we chat on Facebook a bunch (most days) and meet up for coffees or dinners or drinks or whevs pretty often. This friendship mostly consists of us insulting each other, often at the tops of our voices/keyboards. I think most people think we are actually mortal enemies. We do have a liver tontine, and Marie refuses to join my suicide pact, so in some ways I suppose we are.