My best friend has a new boyfriend, which means that every time we meet up I get to hear about the new boyfriend. She just talks non-stop about how they go out all the time, how his car is amazing, how he loves his job working in construction and laying asphalt in Edmonton. For a single girl like me all of this boyfriend talk can get just a little bit tiring.
It's a little odd to me that she places so much focus on asphalt contractors Edmonton too. I mean I'm sure it's a great job and everything but it just seems like such an odd thing to brag about your boyfriend doing. At least to me anyway. I don't know, I'm probably just a little bit jealous. It was us against the world for a little while. We were both single and seeing each other all of the time and now everything is decided based on whether she is seeing her boyfriend or not.
I should be happy for her and I am I suppose. In all fairness his job does sound pretty cool as well. She was telling me about how he spent most of last week laying asphalt for a new hospital car park, which pretty much means that his job has more meaning than mine even if I don’t think it needs to be the topic of conversation every time we see each other.
I’m being a little bit unfair to be honest. Like I said I am happy for her and I haven’t seen her with such an enormous smile on her face in years. She’s picked some bad ones in the past to be honest but this guy and his asphalt paving really seem to be bringing her back out of her shell. Plus he treats her well from everything she has been telling me.
I guess I am a little jealous. I'm still waiting for my Prince Charming to show up and whisk me away on his white horse and all of that romantic nonsense. I'm sure I'll meet someone eventually and I guess that seeing my friend a little less frees me up to pursue other things as well. I guess it's a blessing in disguise at the end of the day, but I can't help looking forward to the end of the honeymoon so that we can get back to gossiping about this, that and everything else like we always do.