I have lots of aquaintances, but no one I can really pick up the phone and call. If I called any one of them about something personal, they would act like, "Why are you calling me?"
I've been involved with a parent's group for the past year. I have to say, it's been the most difficult thing I've done in years, but I was determined to make the best of it, for my child's sake. Right from the beginning, I picked out the one lady who didn't seem to fit in either. She and I talked quite a bit, but then she ended up quitting. Part of me couldn't help but wonder if she was relieved to be rid of me -- like a bonus, or maybe even part of the reason, for leaving. I had been pushing myself out of my comfort zone to make some type of connection with each of these women. One of them seemed especially nice. Even though she didn't go out of her way to talk to me, she was friendly enough when I talked to her. I thought she and I might become friends. I have no idea how to bridge the gap between aquaintance and real friendship, but I made the attempt. I found that we had a few common interests and talked about those. I also asked how her vacations went, visits from family, etc. In short, I didn't just talk AT her. I had to call her a few times about things relating to the group. After that, I tried calling just to talk. I left a message on her machine, but she never returned the call. When I saw her a week later, she absently said something about being busy. I never tried to call again. And, of course, she never called me, unless it was about group business. It wasn't long before I started to hear about how all the women were socializing outside of the group, including her. They talked about calling each other, emailing, meeting for lunch, etc. It made me feel like a piece of gum on their shoe. I don't know what I could have done differently.
This woman has been in the counseling profession. (She left to stay home with her children) Maybe she even suspects that I have AS, yet she can't be bothered to return my friendship. None of the other women want to get roped with me either. They'll be nice, as long as they don't have to be my friend -- like pity aquaintances. I'm sure they're all feeling quite good about themselves for being nice to someone like me at all.