Girls??? I Don’t Get It
Ok, so I’ve just posted about friend and now I’d like to rant about girls. I don’t know if you want to hear this, in fact I’m almost certain you don’t so if you like you can just skip to my next post and I won’t hold it against you.
Now I’ve never had much experience with the fairer sex. I had one girlfriend in high school. It was a long term thing and in the end I must admit I ended it badly, and probably caused more hurt than I needed to. Not intentionally, it’s just the way thing turned out.
Anyway, that was a while ago. My rant now is not about that, and it’s not really about anyone in particular, I’m just ranting about the whole boy girl thing. See hears the thing. With only one or two exceptions all my friends are either female, or gay, of both. Now being a straight guy this can pose a bit of a problem.
Now it’s true that hanging around with girls and gay guy’s probably doesn’t do much for my masculine image, but that doesn’t really bother me. I can hold my own when it comes to beating the chest and all that, it just doesn’t really interest
My real problem is in the way I relate to women, and they relate to me. You see most of the girls I know are good friends and would probably see me more as slightly annoying, but loveable little brother rather than potential dating material. Now I wouldn’t want any of these friends to think of me in any other way, but that doesn’t mean that I want all women to see me this way. The problem is that they do. I seem to be unable to for any kind of friendship with a girl that doesn’t’ lead to them seeing me like a brother. I know it is possible for other guys to have many friends who are girls without this occurring and even to end up dating those very girls who started as their friends. I’m clearly doing something wrong, however I don’t know what.
I leave you with an example, laugh as you see fit.
I am sitting in the computer labs at uni surrounded some fellow students both male and female, with home I am relatively friendly. One girl, who I admit I am somewhat attracted too says, “We need to find me a boy, I’m bored.” One of her friends promptly points to me across the table and says, “I’ve found one for you.” And every body present laughed at the funny joke.
owch. . . harsh joke. . .