gimmesatisfaction

I spent all day cleaning my twin sister's apartment. I scrubbed her kitchen. I got her living room in order. I even cleaned her bedroom. Her place was a real mess, and I felt like doing something nice for her, because she works all the time and I don't. I felt like Cinderella. It was cute. I did my best to feng shui the damn place, using my limited knowledge of those techniques. I'm such a hack. As a final touch I lit a bunch of candles, put some relaxing music on the stereo and scattered some pillows to give the place a nice opium den-like atmosphere. I also made her an angel food cake.
She came home from work with a present for me, too. She had bought me a new pair of running shoes, because the soles on mine are worn almost all the way through and I've been getting nasty blisters because of it.
We were just mutually very pleased with each other, and ourselves. It was a cute moment.
I think we're on the same wavelength a lot of the time. Not in a weird psychic twin connection way, but because we know each other so completely, and are very aware of each other's needs. It's nice to live with her again. I don't have many female friends, unfortunately. I'm painfully, painfully shy around women. But being around my sister again has helped satisfy the part of me that craves that.
I've realized that the easy thing about many friendships with men (this occurred to me while I was running a few days ago, actually), and I'm not trying to paint you all with a broad brush here...these are just observations based on my experience, is that there is less required of me, emotionally. I don't have to open up as long as I have something interesting to say and can keep up the witty banter. I've always gravitated towards men for this reason, and I think I've missed out on because of it.
Not that I haven't had some awesome friendships with men over the years. I have, but there's a whole world of wonderful, intelligent, insightful, empathetic women out there I've been sort of ignoring.