It is funny how a number of my male friends remembered that July 30th
is the day I will be set free. Funnier that I haven't heard from them
all summer but now they all magically show interest in my weekend
plans. They probably anticipate I will be weak and vulnerable during
these first stages of heartbreak or more likely drunk and willing to
sit in someones basement with my shirt off. I'm not sure if I should
love them or hate them. I suppose my dad was always right, boys aren't
your friend for the conversation, boys are your friend because they
think they have a chance to take off your pants at some point in time.
My parents seem to have a great deal of wisdom to offer in these
trying times. But it isn't like I'm innocent in these little games.
Male friends are useful to me in several ways. In times of need they
let me sleep over, they will tell me if my ass looks fat in those
pants and then tell me I should take them off, they buy me dinner,
they contribute to my ridiculously large ego, and they even let me
play video games. Sometimes.
See, this whole being abandoned for rice patties and little Asian
girls in knee socks isn't so bad! Not that either of those things are
bad, I'm just better. That last sentence should probably read, I have
to overcompensate for the insecurity generated by the departure of a
certain boy. So what if I looked into the mirror five hundred times
today just to make sure everything looked okay and to insure that I am
not repulsive. Oh that's sad. I must be going crazy. And all I want to
do right now is make out with him. I suppose I could, I could call him
and be the one with a late night request but I have never called him
unsolicited and acting desperate now would ruin his perception of me
as a cold hearted bitch. Obviously, that would be terrible.
Truthfully, I am okay right now with him being gone because it is
still summer and the sun is shining and the people are still smiling
but what will become of me in the middle of February when everything
is cold, empty, and unforgiving. I will most likely confine myself to
my bed and write him hundreds of love letters that I will never send.
That would be tragic. Ha.
2 comments:
your dad was right, dont trust them... unless its what you want of course. Then its all good. Im guilty of calling up a girl once i find out she's single, so im not really one to judge them.
Well said!
The only thing that would have made this post better was if you had taken off your pants.
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