Liv Hambrett

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Making Dates & Social Therapy

A few weeks ago, I asked someone on a date. She’s my age. She works in the same building I do. She speaks the same first language I do (always a plus). I made a passing comment in the hallway about needing a bottle of wine this Friday and she said, ‘I’m game if you are.’

I am, I am, I am! Want to go now? I’m ready, let me just get my bag!

Naturally I played it cool and we did that laughing-in-tandem-as-we-go-our-separate-ways thing. But a few hours later, back at home, I mulled over the exchange. Then bit the bullet. I sent her an email – ‘I was serious about that bottle of wine.’ Hitting send, I felt bold. I felt brazen. And I felt pretty damn vulnerable. But when you’re new in town – in a foreign country, no less – and your best friend is the cashier at the bookshop you visit daily – and has an unpleasant demeanour to boot – you need to be bold, otherwise you’re looking at a lot of cosy nights in with the latest paperback. And a huge glass of wine for one. And a cheese platter that should probably be for two but is clearly going to be for one.

There are numerous occasions, in life, when we need to throw ourselves at the mercy of the masses, swallow our nerves and/or pride and say ‘can I play too?’ Starting school is one of them, or indeed having to build a new group after your year 8 clique decides they don’t want you any more. Starting a new job is another. Moving to a new town, a new country is a big one. Having just moved to a new city in Germany, my third in as many years, I find myself, once more, in the generally nervous, uncomfortable position of having to make friends. Of having to enter, with either stealth or flat out asking for mercy, pre-existing social clusters. And it’s not easy. In fact, making friends is hard work, particularly at an age at which you have friends, you have brilliant, smart, funny, like-minded friends that form part of a group you have spent a lifetime cultivating. Particularly at an age when asking ‘can I play too’ doesn’t come as naturally, for various reasons, as it does when you’re six. Particularly when you can’t help but feel, wearily, been there done that, that you have friends, they’re just not here.

But, like with most grown up things, you need to suck it up. When you are firmly ensconced in a social network that is a known quantity, that routinely meets, that can be called upon at a moment’s notice, that can communicate on the same level in the same language – both literally and metaphorically – making additional friends is unnecessary fun. Adding the new girl in the office who seems like a bit of a laugh to your Friday nights drink group – and perhaps, perhaps, Sunday brunch – is a luxury, and a relatively inconsequential one. If it works, it works, if it doesn’t, the group just snaps back to its original size. But when it’s just you and nights spent streaming Game of Thrones, friends aren’t just for fun, nor is the new colleague who seems like a bit of a laugh, a luxury. Friends are for survival, for the maintenance of mental health. That girl who seems like a bit of a laugh is to be snaffled, she is a date to be scheduled. She is an important connection to be made, even if it’s just for one coffee. She is someone who is going to prevent your perspective from narrowing, provide conversation, affirmation, understanding, perhaps even a little avenue for venting. She is going to save you from existing purely online and then entirely in your head and then in a bubble of egocentric pity.

Of course, at this age, making friends is a different kettle of fish. You have an idea, a firm idea of both what you want and expect from other human beings you want to be friends with. We aren’t particularly malleable any more. We are, perhaps to a fault, picky and a little more judgmental than our six year old selves, a little less forgiving than our sixteen year old selves who could certainly hold a grudge but only until the next, more interesting one bumped it out of the way. But, on the flip side, we also aren’t as invested in our friendships as we were when they were, quite literally, our world. At this age we have busy jobs, relationships, kids, pre-existing social networks, hobbies we partake in alone and far more need for personal space and, as they say, ‘me time.’ So we don’t need to make the type of intense friends we did at school, we simply need to reach out and make a connection. If that connection deepens and follows you through life, then fantastic. If it doesn’t, if it just covers a few coffees and a few laughs until you move again, that’s also fantastic. Social interaction is a fundamental, necessary therapy.

So we did meet for a bottle of wine, in fact we met for dinner and there were four of us. Four of us, plenty of wine and entirely necessary connections. And it was great.



  1. Ali Berlinski

    1 April, 2013 at 9:07 pm

    I definitely agree. Making friends abroad and as an adult is a very different experience. I’ve never been a buddy-buddy person, until I moved to Spain, which was the first time I really had to depend on other people. My friends became like a surrogate family and though most have moved away, the experience really changed how I connect with others.

    1. Liv

      2 April, 2013 at 3:55 pm

      Yes, when you don’t have family or friends around, a social network has to sort of function as both, or at least fill a part of quite a big void.

  2. Hypocritique Brazil

    2 April, 2013 at 3:21 am

    Very true! Good article. Something I have found hard is trying to become friends with my husband’s friends since I moved to Brazil, a group who have been close since school. It’s more difficult when a group is already so established, but like you said, it’s just making a connection, I can’t expect to be their best friend!

    1. Liv

      2 April, 2013 at 3:54 pm

      Yes, I know what you mean – established groups are hard, especially long-term ones, and you think you need to be their bestie. The pressure is off when you realise, ‘what a minute, no I don’t!’

  3. Theheadmastershandbag

    2 April, 2013 at 5:47 am

    Good grief, I think you read my mind! It’s that fine line between appearing cooly enthusiastic and seeming like a stalker. Great article, I know exactly how you feel.

    1. Liv

      2 April, 2013 at 3:53 pm

      Haha, a very fine line indeed!

  4. this is lemonade

    2 April, 2013 at 7:04 pm

    Very true. Although growing up I was always the one that got left behind while everyone else kept moving away. When it came to my turn to move countries as an adult, it was quite a therapeutic experience in spite of the very real challenges.
    Hope you establish some really good connections that turn into meaningful friendships in Kiel 🙂

    1. Liv

      6 April, 2013 at 11:43 am

      Thank you, I hope so too! Thank God for wonderful colleagues.

  5. Kate (@shoegirlinDE)

    2 April, 2013 at 7:57 pm

    I still remember our first several months in Germany when we were friendless and didn’t know a soul. It was painful. Friends and family back ‘at home’ are great go back to, but the day to day in a new life, in a new country, requires something more. Something that helps cement this new life in a new place, rather than leaving you to have social interaction solely with people online and the characters of Game of Thrones. But boy, is it hard… Here’s to more wine dates and new connections!

    1. Liv

      6 April, 2013 at 11:42 am

      Very true, having a social network, no matter how small, is a form of cement, isn’t it. Gives context to the entire experience – communicating only with friends back home makes you feel like you have popped yourself onto another planet for a while, but there are no ties keeping you there.

  6. EmmaK

    15 May, 2013 at 7:16 pm

    I suppose it is easier for me because I had two kids in the USA and through kids you meet a lot of people to be friends with. Good for you for making a new friend and being proactive.

    1. Liv

      16 May, 2013 at 7:41 am

      Yes, I think kids would help! I might have to borrow one next time haha.

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