I'm caring, loyal and sociable and have millions of online followers. But the bitter truth is I've never had a real friend... and now I think I know why, reveals BECKY EXCELL
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When you take a close look at me, I think you'd agree that I'd make a pretty good friend. I'm caring, loyal and honest – not brash or boastful. I'm quick to compliment people on a new outfit or hairstyle and I always remember birthdays and anniversaries.
I'm interested in people and lead an interesting life: I've worked in a variety of jobs, all around the country, from PR to digital marketing, before I launched my own gluten-free food blog, which led to a successful career as an award-winning writer of specialist cookbooks.
All in all, I'd say women could do a lot worse than me if they are looking for a special confidante or shoulder to cry on. But the fact is, I don't have any friends. Not one. Oh, I have acquaintances, hundreds of them, people I chat to at work events. My phone contacts list is enormous, and I have more than 400,000 followers on Instagram.
But do I have anyone I could call, right now, to see if they fancy meeting for a glass of wine later, or to take shopping and seek a second opinion on a new dress? No, I don't. Not a single one. I looked through my phone the other day and I realised I haven't received a call from anyone, other than my boyfriend, mother, work contacts, doctor or dentist, for more than two years. Why is this? I wish I knew, and believe me, I have dug deep for answers. I know it can't be everyone else's fault, that the common denominator in every failed female friendship I've attempted is me.