Upon reading Tara Judah’s article, I felt relief (I stopped chasing the Hollywood vision of female friendship – and embraced the person I am, 13 May). I am in my late 30s and find myself in the same position, where strong female friendship groups have eluded me. I know the familiar feeling of hope when I’m at a new event, or in a new job or a new place to live, only for that to be crushed.
I often find myself concluding that it is because I am weird, or too quiet, or not interesting. However, the lack of a strong female group in my life doesn’t bother me when I am home; it is only when the inevitable Monday morning office question of “So what did you do at the weekend?” is asked, and I am embarrassed that my answer is only about what I did with my partner or family, or the six-monthly meetups with my few friends far and wide.
