"Whereas, when was the last time you heard a woman having a serious talk with another woman about something other than a penis?" - Dooce

I was up in Sacramento for work over the past two days and was fortunate enough to have a lovely dinner out with my colleague (and friend) Christy. We ate at Bistro 33, which is a cool place, a bit pretentious looking, but with good service and a very nice happy hour. I highly recommend the crab and artichoke dip.

At any rate, we spent almost our entire dinner talking about men and our relationships (or problems with our relationships with men). I have the Ex; she has a boyfriend of nearly a year and a half who can't seem to commit and won't say I love you, but he's dead sexy and his personality is eerily compatible with hers.

Lest you think this is her (or all her, since no one's perfect), let me tell you that Christy is awesome. She is beautiful, fierce, funny, and smart as a whip. She's athletic and creative - she skis, runs, acts, AND sings - and she's the kind of person you're glad to have in your office, not just because of who she is, but because she's freaking amazing at what she does. At one point, I just looked at her and said, "It's bizarre how someone can totally have their shit together at work and yet have such a fucked up personal life, isn't it?"

We're starting to think the best way to have a successful relationship is just to tell a guy PRETEND YOU WORK WITH ME; IT WILL MAKE EVERYTHING A LOT EASIER.