Last night I did something that I don’t normally get to do. I went out with a group of lovely ladies.

I have a good number of friends, don’t get me wrong, but I rarely get the chance to go out just the girls. Probably because I still have yet to establish a firm group of “the girls.”

I tend to gravitate more to one-on-one friendships and interactions. I have a lot of girl friends who I go out with, but it’s pretty segregated as to what activities we end up doing.

For example, I have a few girls who I’m friends with via my time as an English major, friends who I met for the brief time I was pre-optometry, friends who I met through women’s studies, and of course, my besties from high school. And the activities that I do with each of these groups are vastly different.

Sometimes a few of the friendships overlap, but not in the “Sex in the City,” “Babysitters Club,” “Insert-group-of-mass-marketed-female-friends-here” type way. And I really want that.

I got close to having such a group during highschool. I had (have) two really great girlfriends and we had a lot of crazy, wonderful times together. I still am very close to these girls and will forever be, but it’s hard now when we’re all in different places and doing different things. It’s nearly impossible to stay as connected as we were.

I get jealous when I look through facebook. All the pictures captioned “me and the girls,” the albums the span years and hold tons of inside jokes. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s just something about a group of girls that’s different from even the most wonderful one-on-one friendships.

Last night was a nice glimpse of what could be, and yet is destine to never succeed. Some girls may be leaving; some individual friendships are strained, it’s just not going to evolve.

But it was a great illusion, talking over pasta, dancing in the baking aisle, and in those moments, I was content.