Guest Blog Series written by my dear friend, an epic graphic designer and a rad chic in my life book, Caitlin Wharton. Featured every Wednesday for Wharton Wednesdays! Read on and enjoy about a girl on her quest to find her tribe:
After last week’s kick in the ass gentle reminder, I launched my patoot deep into the friend scene.
Week 2 approach: Ballsy Nightclub-esque Pick Up Lines
If best-friend searching was a dating game, then my friends, I am a bachelor on the prowl. I polish up my whitest-laced Chuck Taylors and flip through a thesaurus before launching into pick up lines in the most no bullsh*tty kind of way.
Hey Brian, I’d love to teach you about typefaces… your place or mine?
Tess. We must hang out. Immediately. (well, like soon. I think you’re really exceptionally awesome)
Steph – let’s beat the heat and search for beets or treats at the Farmer’s Market! Neat! (ok that one didn’t go down exactly like that… but close).
I even brought it home with a group invite for a badass night of crafting mayhem. Let’s see what these new friends are really made of.
And guess what happened.
I Farmer’s Marketed with Steph, I birthday partied with Dana, I MainStreet toodle-d with Jess, I wined and dined with Jess + Allison + Chad + Josh, I lunched with Laura, I chatted fabrics with Wendy and I popped bubbly and geeked out on typefaces with Brian. If there were more than seven days in a week, I’d have done even more.
Friend-dating truthbomb #3
There’s a misconception about friend-dating and for some weird reason, nobody ever outright tosses cheesy one-liners. WHY NOT? With the right charm (and badass knitting invitations)… it works. Like a freaking dream.
Here’s to another week of yoga dates, trail runs, gluten-free beers and throwing paint.
Tribe, you are looking mighty, mighty fine.
Your place, or mine?