I've contemplated whether to, at some point, publish a list of all those people that need publicly shamed for having the communication skills of a child. At this point, though, I'll just give praise to those on the other end of the spectrum, those who have actually reached out to me to arrange for a meet-up. J is among that small, but growing, crowd. So thank you, J, for inviting my wife and me over for the barbecue. Thanks for making me feel comfortable until the point where I ate too much and no longer felt comfortable. Thanks for being my favorite law school feminist and for fighting the good fight. And thanks for introducing me to your mother (assuming that you introduce me to your mother). For what it's worth, you've made this project, and my life, a bit easier and funner.
Making sure that my calendar is adequately filled with Facebook friends is a tedious task, but it's also absolutely necessary, since a day without them is a day wasted. So when J, and others like her, help to keep my schedule full, it's of great benefit to me. Further, it's also just really nice to be on the receiving end of an invitation every once in awhile. It makes me feel less like an inconvenience and more like an actual friend. That's nice, especially for somebody like me, whose life right now revolves around friendships.