on making friends.

sometimes people ask me if it really is hard to make friends in new york city.

to which i always reply, "holyshit. yes it is."

i get really nervous when trying to befriend someone. i feel as though i am walking a delicate line between turning an acquaintanceship into a friendship and stalking someone to the point that they need to issue a restraining order.

my usual mo is to invite people over to my apartment and bake for them. i feel like this is a good excuse for someone to let their guard down. one minute they're chomping down on homemade brownies and the next i'm showing them a scrapbook that i've made containing pictures from their fb profile covered in little hearts and "bff" written in bubble letters. 

and let's not even get into what happens when i try to befriend someone of the opposite sex. i guess i'm so desperate for people to like me that i come off as being able to think of nothing else but planning our destination wedding and picking out names for our children (twins named beckett and rebekah, obviously.)

maybe i should work on playing it cool. 

(we can all tell when i am joking, right? i am much too lazy to want to have twins.)