It turns out the Joan Harvey from the Canadian Federation of University Women is not the same Joan Harvey I knew years ago, but she is nice and I like her. She also said she knew of two other Joan Harvey’s on the coast.
It seems I broke the ice well.
As the point person for the CFUW, Joan assumes I know all about the organization. She is on vacation and yet is taking the time to answer my book club questions and respond to the letter I sent in lieu of a resumÃ©.
I passed the initial line of defence, and while they still donâ€™t know that I never went to University â€” I have been invited to the next meet and greet in April as Joanâ€™s guest.
I think it was Groucho Marks who said, â€œI wouldnâ€™t belong to a club that would have me as a member.â€ Well, I donâ€™t necessarily feel that way. Even though I did find her first questions to be a bit off-putting.
I am reminded that my best friend Sandie, asked me two qualifying questions before she offered me her hand in friendship. I admit I lied with one answer, but it worked out pretty well for me.
Maybe now Iâ€™m more curious, perhaps Iâ€™m hungry for social interaction. Truth be told, Iâ€™d love to be in the company of educated and professional women, having literary conversations. So, maybe it just doesnâ€™t matter the tone of our introduction. If a group of women read good books, drink tea, and eat cookies, while discussing them, I want in.
At least I wonâ€™t know for sure until I go and meet them. Doors swing open and closed for a reason.