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I met my best friend (going on 22 years of friendship) on our first day of high school. I got lost on the way to class and walked in just as the bell rang. The teacher gave me detention (My first and only!) for being tardy. After unsuccessfully trying to argue my way out of the detention, I got directed to my assigned seat. I slammed my books down on the desk and turned to the girl behind me. I said, “Hi, I’m Corrie. And that woman is a B****!” A lifelong friendship was born

I met my best friend at age 13 waiting for the big yella.  She had just moved to the neighborhood and already had a boyfriend!
I was envious and wanted to find out what her secret was.  Now we are 49 and 50 respectively and she if the one person outside my family I can say “I love you” to and not be embarrassed.  We hug and hold hands when we see each other.  I wouldn’t give up our relationship for anything.

I met my closest friend in the world when she made fun of me freshman year of college by pretending that she was not in the college at all, but had snuck in to use the laundry.  She was so arrogant and cool and skinny that I hated her on sight.

We talk 2-3 times a day, most days…

sigh.

Eloisa

My friend (whom I met in college) and I did not get along at all when we first met.  We would always get into arguments and quickly realized it’s because we’re too similar.  We got over that and are close friends now.

My best friend is a year older than I am… so I didn’t meet her until I graduated high school and went to college. But I knew her father.

He worked with the youth in our church and if he told me once, he told me 20 times that I needed to meet his daughter, because he knew we would be great friends. He passed away very tragically the summer after I graduated high school and I met his daughter briefly after the funeral.

A month or so later, we had the chance to sit down together at a church BBQ and get to know each other. 20+ years later we are still BEST FRIENDS… and she gave me the greatest gift when she gave her daughter my first name as her middle name.

We have ties that will never be cut.

My best friend and I bonded in the kindergarten rhythm band when we were four years old. In the more than fifty years since that moment, we have cried together over broken bones, broken dreams, and broken hearts. We have celebrated together the joys that blessed all the seasons of our lives. She is one of the dearest people on earth, and no one knows me as she does.

My word-veri is “hold94.” If we do hold on that long, I know we will still be best friends.

hehe Several of my friendships have started with a phone call.  My very best friend in all the world gave me her number while we were in high school.  I didn’t know her very well.  She was so smart and so wonderful from a distance that I was afraid to call, but when I finally dialed that phone, we talked for hours...and still do...consistently.  lol

I love my best friend, more then my sisters.  Sad, but true.  We moved to FL at the same time to work for the same organization.  We become friends because neither one of us had a friend yet and we were both the “new girls” at work.  17 years later, she lives in SC and I live in VA, were both stay at home moms and we talk on the phone at least twice a day.

We have laughed and cried together.  I can’t imagine life with out her.  YaHoo!  For wonderful friendships. 

If we didn’t have friends, how would we find out about, new make-up products, new music, what movies are worth seeing.  Gosh, yesterday we had a 30 min conversation about the “Diva Cup”.  Crazy thing!

What a great topic! I met my best friend in Boarding School. While I had learned to survive Boarding School for at least six years by then - to her it was all new and she was miserable. So I helped pave the way for her (I short sheeted her bed among other things) and she introduced me to romance novels (come to think of it!!!) and she remained my friend. She is a much better person than me and that’s why I love her so. In many ways she is also closer to me than my sister. Suz and I have now been friends close to 30 years now! wahoo…
-- Sepi

During high school, I moved to a new school. Not an easy thing made worse by the fact that the school was in a city where people never moved. Everyone had been friends their whole lives. After five class periods of not having a single person acknowledge my existence, I turned to the person behind me and said, “Hi, I’m Ami. I just moved here and don’t know a single soul.” Turned out she was new too, no one had spoken to her yet either and we became great friends.

Hey guys!  I’m having sporadic internet this week because we’re putting down those hardwood floors in my office but I’m so enjoying reading your stories.

Have you ever met someone you didn’t like who turned out to be a wonderful friend later?  That happened to me in nursing school.

I met one of my best friends the first week of my freshman year at college. A whole bunch of freshmen who didn’t know each other or the city decided to walk around Chicago. As we were crossing an intersection, someone linked arms with someone else, and I jokingly started singing, “We’re off to see the Wizard...”
Mary joined in, and soon we were singing (badly—neither of us is a singer) numbers from all kinds of musicals—“Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” “West Side Story,” “Guys and Dolls,” “On the Town,” etc.

I had never met anyone who loved musicals as much as I did. One of my favorite memories from college was sophomore year when we watched the “Moses supposes” scene from “Singin’ In the Rain” about 10 times, then tried to sing and dance it in her dorm room. As we’re jumping up on chairs to “tap,” singing our hearts out, her roommate walks in the door and gets the most stunned look on her face. We rarely have a chance to get together anymore, but every time we meet, it’s like no time has passed since we were last together.

After reading my own post, let me clarify. I moved to a city people did not often move to. Once there, people were not still and statue like. That might have been more fun, like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

I met one of my best friends in kindergarten, and to this day she tells people that I used to roll my eyes and flip my hair at her.  Not a great beginning, but we’ve been friends for 25 years now!

Lisa and I met my best friend our senior year of high school.  She had recently moved from NJ to Tampa and did not know a soul.  Well, my wonderful, beautiful and brutally honest friend said something “smart” to one of the jocks in class.  As soon as I heard her, I turned around and said, “you and I are going to be best friends”.  I still wish I knew what she said that made me know that deep down in my soul.  We have shared secrets (deep, dark and wild), grand adventures, loves, sorrows, and fears.  I could not imaging my life without her. 

Deb

I met one of my best friends when she interviewed me for the job I have. Not only is she an awesome boss, but she is a wonderful friend.

The most unusual start of a female friendship would have to be one that started right here at Squawk Radio.  We talk at least two times a day.  You name it, we’ve talked about it.  Nothing is sacred and there’s no such thing as TMI.  And we’ve never met or shared a meal together.  That’s about to change!  See you in Dallas, J Perry Stone. Dont forget your socks!  (that eating together in public may be a deal breaker!

I have made friends in the strangest places..

My best friend is someone I met in a Star Trek club. We are both HUGE geeks and we just clicked. We were roomies for a while so we know each other better than we know the men in our life.

I have some other close girlfriends that I met online. A duran duran message board of all places.

I met my best friend when I had moved to a new town when I was 15 and she was a member of the church my dad had just become the pastor of.  She got volunteered to show me around the church.  I’m a very quiet and shy person, and she’s outgoing and vivacious, and I thought she was absolutely nuts as she goofed her way through the tour.  But something clicked and we became inseparable.  She has lived in Germany for the past 9 years or so, so I don’t hardly get to see her or talk to her except through email, but it’s still a wonderful friendship.

But I have to say, my boyfriend talks a lot more than me - not that that is hard to do since I’m still a pretty quiet person.

I met my best friend in our senior year. We both were in horticulture together and were thrown into some kind of flower identification contest, which allowed us to get to know one another. 2 months later (of spending almost every weekend together) we found out we were third cousins!

I met my best friend on the way to school when I was 12.  Her and another girl would pick on me everyday.  I finally confronted them.  We both decided to dump the other girl (the instagator) and have now been BFF’s for 26 years!  I don’t how I would have made it through most of life without her.

My longest running friendship is with a woman I met through my sister.  They were dorm mates when I was still in HS.  Almost 18 years later t hrough marriages, divorces, children, deaths and a five year period of not talking, we are still going.

Some of the best friends I have right now I’ve met on Eloisa’s BB.  We talk every single day via email or YIM and like Santa mentioned earlier, nothing is out of bounds or considered TMI. 

I discussed something personal on the board once and she sent me a private message to ask questions regarding this same issue in her life.  That was the beginning and now I can’t imagine a time that we won’t be friends.

My best friend and I met on our elementary school playground when we were 7 years old. We were swinging next to each other and got into a rhythm where we were swinging in synch, and she told me to cut it out.

15 years later we are still best friends. Actually, we feel more like sisters. We even survived the 8 years we were seperated because she moved to GA.

She and I talk constantly, maybe not every day and usually over the internet instead of the phone (what can I say? I’m of the wired generation!)

Last conversation was of what color my bridesmaid dress is gonna be ^^ Now I have to figure out what to do for her bachelorette party (the only downside of being maid of honor!)

It was hate at first sight.
My best friend and I met when our parents forced us to play with each other. As in they shoved us in her bedroom and walked away. We practically hated each other.  A few weeks later, she said something very snarky.  I ended up dumping her very organized collection of Barbie clothes down the side of her bed.  I also ended up with her hands around my neck, gasping for breath.  We’ve been best friends ever since!

You know, I don’t think she’s ever really forgiven me for that Barbie clothes incident.  Apparently, those teeny shoes are hard to find…

Santa!  I’m bawling.

You know, women’s verbal-superiority translates to the written word, as well.  From the very first post I read of hers, I thought, “I’ve known her forever.”

Don’t forget the x-mas present I sent you, San

By Myself by Lauren Bacall brought together me and my best friend.  We didn’t speak to each other much before we both noticed we were reading the same book.  I think we were in 6th grade at the time.  Bogie and Bacall made for the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

My best friend from high school, actually the only friend I’m still in touch with from high school, was someone I could not stand.  I called her “The Spaz”.  She was all over the place, she couldn’t sit or stand still for long. 

Senior year she and 3 friends were going on Spring Break.  One girl backed out at the last minute and I took her place.  “The Spaz” and I returned from Spring Break, friends and quickly became best friends.  A friendship that has lasted 28 years. 

She is still high-strung but she is a wonderful person and friend.  I am forever grateful that girl (what’s her name) couldn’t make the trip and I got to go in her place.

Oh Santa, I love the idea that Squawk brought you and J Perry together!  And ditto terrio on Eloisa’s board.  That was one thing I didn’t anticipate when we started Squawk, that we would end up with this lovely community with faces and names I look forward to “seeing” and “hearing from” every day. 

I’ve loved ALL of the stories and am still giggling over the mental image of miss_annalee being strangled by her “best friend”

I wanted to drop by briefly (I’m off doing family stuff) and say what a great blog this is, Teresa! Most of my friends I meet thru other friends, which makes a beautiful network. And now my friends helped me meet all over you!

I don’t have any friends my own age.  When I was in elementary through high school, I was the outsider, the one that was either ignored or picked on.  Now, as an adult, it has been very difficult for me to trust people and communicate with them, to open up to them.  I’m still learning how.

I was surprised, then, to make a really good set of friends when I started college, none of whom are even close to my age.  One is 16 years younger, one is 18 years younger, and her mother, another close friend, is 13 years OLDER.  And yet they accept me for who I am . . .  It puzzles me continuously, and yet I am so grateful for their friendship that you cannot possibly imagine it.

I met one of my dearest friends through Navy life.  We were neighbors for only 6 months (she moved first) We instantly bonded over our preference for Diet Coke vs. Diet Pepsi and our mutual crush on Sean Cassidy when we were younger.

We’ve moved many times since and currently live on opposite sides of the country, but she is like another sister to me!  I don’t know what I’d do without her.

As painful as moving is--a fact of life in the military--I’ve been blessed with the friends I have made!  There’s nothing like girlfriends to see you through life’s ups and downs.

I think JPS should get an award as “Squawkette Networking Queen”.

I’ve met several dear friends, including JPerry, via the internet.

The first one on a teen parenting bulletin board where I went for tea, sympathy and advice when my youngest was causing my hair to go gray. We’re still friends and both our daughters are alive and well.

I found JPerry almost by accident last summer right here in Atlanta. She was standing next to the elevator at the RWA conference, looking a little overwhelmed. I saw her Squawk Radio button and said something completely inane, like ‘Oh, Squawk Radio! I’m a member there.’ From there, we discovered we have so much in common, it’s kinda scary. 

Now, we talk almost every day, the exceptions being when I have a crazy work day or she’s running around like a crazy woman. And we even manage to find time to get together at least once a month, and sometimes more often. And I’m proud to say, I’ve bullied her into getting her work ready for submission. Yay!!  Then I can say “I knew her when.”

In 10th grade there was only one person who was tardy for World History more often than I was, the only person who had an attitude as bad as my own, the only other girl in my class who dyed her hair funky colors and wore platform shoes and gave the teacher eat-sh*t looks. Well, I just knew I HAD to give her my phone number. 11 years later we still talk constantly… or we have days when we don’t want to talk at all, and don’t pick up the phone, and we understand that perfectly too.

Terrio, you hit it on the head about the BB!  We are simpatico in so many ways. 

And J, you uber-Squawkette you, there is no way on God’s green earth that the Christmas present is leaving the bottom of the drawer...EVER!  ‘Nuff said!

Cynthia, you have made a world of difference in my life (for both writing and other things).  And it they bottled you, people would be addicted to you (however, the nice things you say about my ms is much like Chris Webber telling my son he’s a great basketball player...my son doesn’t play basketball). 

love your guts

I know it, Teresa.  This site has done much more than entertain; you six--through sharing your own friendship--have fostered countless of others. 

What a tremendous thing!

San, you mean your dh hasn’t seen it?????

does he even know you have it?????

do i need to call and tell him?????

J--dialing away.

Okay so maybe there are some things that are still considered TMI, darlin’!

And Cynthia’s right!

I met my best friend on the schoolbus sophmore year 1990. Our buses would meet to transfer students at one of the elementary schools. Her bus took students to the high school while mine took students to the junior high.

Lisa insisted on talking to me if I sat near her on the bus. Trying to ignore her and continue reading did not get me very far. By senior year we were sharing a locker. She knew that if both my brother and I were not on the bus, there was a good chance that an order of curly fries would be waiting for her in our locker.

I have become good friends with her parents and husband. She has become good friends with my parents, brother and sister-in-law.

I met my two best friends at summer camp when I was twelve. We have a wonderful threesome that is the best thing going on in my life, it has been for the past seven years. The first time I saw Katy she had run up to talk to some friends of her who were in front of my father and me in the registration line. We thought the four girls were a bunch of chatterboxes. I was surprised to see her on my floor. Erin I liked almost instantly when she introduced herself during the icebreaker excercise. She was spunky and vivacious even then. Later that night she stopped in my room as I had the door open and she lived across the hall. We wound up talking for an hour and I thought she was just the coolest person ever. The next day, Katy and Erin sat next to each other in class (my summer camp was for middle schooleres to take college level classes) and wound up talking. After class, I remember walking in front of them and listening to their conversation and being unable to restrain myself from joining in. As part of this class we had to do a group project and I believe it was Katy who said “It would be really awesome if the three of us could work together.” And the rest is history.

Teresa, I loved, loved, LOVED this post. Thank you so much to you and all the Squawkers for sharing your friendship with us and creating this community where we can all get together and talk. I’ve survived the rigors of chronic pain because of friendships I have made here and daily dose of laughs. THANK YOU!