Can I Sit With You?

Well, now, SOMEBODY signed us up for NaBloPoMo. I'm not pointing any fingers. That you can see.

What I am doing is crossing my fingers, hoping that some of you would like to send in one-paragraph entries detailing the most absurd things you ever did to get someone to be, or stay, your friend. We'll post them daily for the rest of November, in between our regular stories. You can email the submissions to us at ciswysubmissions at gmail.com. I guess I'll go first:

One of the silliest things I ever did was tell my Japanese friend Miho that my family had Japanese ancestry. It was an outright lie. But I really liked her family, and was desperate for a way to guarantee that I'd be closer to her than our friend and my rival, Michael. I wanted to be the only one her mother taught to do complicated origami, use chopsticks, and eat ramen noodles! I wanted to be the only one with access to Miho's Japanese sticker collection, hamsters, and Manga books!

Miho just laughed at me, knowing that there was no way in Hell I was Japanese. She liked me for (or despite) my personality, not my background. And she liked Michael, too. And I just had to deal with being part of a trio rather than a pair.

-Shan