The Code

Beeee-anca!

Welcome home (again) from a trip without me! This whole you vacationing with Preston more than you vacation with me is a bit concerning and it better change right meow! OH WAIT! IT IS!! We leave for America’s Finest City (no, not Provo, crackhead, SAN DIEGO!) on Friday and have a Vegas trip three weeks later! What’s that called again? Oh yeah, a WIN! And that race we have to run on Sunday? Half marathon, much? I’m actually excited and amped for it! YAY!

Though you were gone, the sun was out and we were even able to have a little pool time at the Bridget Family Pool! Ah, happiness. I’m so excited for our pool par-tay in a few weeks. It’s going to be a luau to remember! Also, Algebra and I changed our facebook status to “in a relationship” (huge, embarrassing step). After six months of dating (okay, five and two weeks) we figured it was time to admit it and call it official on the most official place on the internet.

QDW went for the World Record for number of dates one person can have in a three day weekend and seemed happy enough (there’s nothing I love more than happy QDW, it makes my life way more enjoyable). Though, one of her dates happens to be the love of a fellow DW. Thus, the subject line of this email:  What is “the code” when it comes to our best girlfriends and their past loves (whether it be in their dreams, or not)?

Though this man of mystery never actually dated, slept with or was even interested in the sometimes “Karen” (thank you, Dane Cook) of our group, he has been the love of her life since toddler-hood. And unfortunately, blew her off hard core in just the fall.

Spring rolls around: Enter QDW. QDW and this boy hit it off rather well. After the first encounter they both say it’s just friends, then they’re casually texting (all the time, blech), then hang out, possible date and then BOOM! I wake up to yell at QDW to go swimming and find our questionable man in her bed (very embarrassing for me – you should have seen the shades of red I turned – oops!).

Soooo… they discussed they shouldn’t tell DWKaren until they kiss and now that that’s happened, DWKaren is still clueless. There’s been a lot of discussion among the DW’s as to what is “the code” for this situation. Do you tell and possibly piss off or upset a friend for possibly nothing? (i.e.: what if they never see each other again?) OR Do you not tell and live with the fact that you are lying to a friend? (i.e.: they see each other a few more times or down the road after he proposes?)

{Sigh}. I don’t know where I stand. The only advice I can give is, “What would you want to know if you were her?” And the only answer I can come up with is, “I WOULDN’T WANT YOU TO DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, BETCH!” I mean, if I had the opportunity to hook up with George Clooney, I would turn him down right away, or at least call you first! And I hope you’d do the same for me if you and Eric Bana had a chance encounter.  I know, DWKaren can’t have dibs on the whole world, but isn’t the love of your life (real or otherwise) the ultimate dibs?!

Meh. I give up. The DW’s are on their own on this one. I’m absolving myself from any responsibility and will have an available shoulder (or two) waiting for my bestest of friends should it all crumble around them.

Ready for Sun, Swimming and Sprinting away in SD,

Bridgeto