P.R.N.

In the medical community “P.R.N.” means “As Needed”……..

This refers to medication as well as staffing – a person can have a job but it is only “PRN” and they are not guaranteed hours close to full time or even close to part time.  They are only scheduled if they are NEEDED.

Needed…….. Now this is a word to blog about.

Bob and I have been discussing men lately.  There’s a couple of fellas who have never heard of each other but they are acting surprising similar.

One for Bob and one for me.

If you have not read my blogs about Bob, she is a dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous but has given us wonderful quotes such as

“I don’t hate men, I just don’t want one.”

“I’m not going to calm down!  I’ve waited a LONG time to be this excited.”

She’s full of wisdom and so it’s ironic that she and I are dealing with the same thing at the same time.

We have both been single for quite a few years and both agree that we are happy to be so.

But then recently, we have both been approached by handsome men.  We’ve taken a break from single life and said …..”Well hello”.

We get texts, we send texts.  We’ve had lunch, we’ve invested time.

Now somehow we’ve become girls staring at our phones hoping they will ring.

But then we get together and chat about the confusing signals we are receiving.  Neither fella has professed feelings beyond friendship – we laughed today that we could get a call and show up to find them happy to introduce us to their new girlfriends.

(We actually laughed longer about this than we should have).

You know it is going to be a blog when she and I are dealing with the same mess at the same time.  How can this be these guys have no clue about each other yet are acting the same?

Bob put it best when she said she felt like a PRN friend. Only texted or called “as needed”.

I told her that I feel like a dusty box he takes off the shelf when he gets bored.  We laughed again.

I think we have been single too long.  We both agreed today that  we must stop this nonsense and get back on track with our lives.  These guys are take too much time and energy.  We have enough “friends”.  I’m done.  I’m not sure if Bob is done yet but she’s close.