The Games We Play

Lately, I have been thinking about the misery that is dating (based on the experience of friends, seeing as I have almost no experience). The dating game has to be one of the most ridiculous things ever invented. And I have to wonder, has it always been, or is it a creation of more recent years? I mean, seriously! The rules don't even make sense. And who made them up anyway?! "Don't be too available." "Don't call back for 3 days." "Wait to respond to texts and emails so it looks like your busy and actually have a life." These are some of the rules I know about. I'm sure there are a ton of other rules I am completely oblivious to. What I don't understand is why it continues. Everyone complains about it. Guys complain that they don't understand the games girls play and girls say the same about guys. No one really seems to enjoy it - or maybe that is just part of the game too... Are we supposed to pretend we don't like the game or don't follow the rules, while secretly loving all the drama it causes? Well, I don't. I don't like the drama, suspense, etc. Thus, I refuse to play the game. If I hear the phone ring, I pick it up (unless it is a telemarketer). If I want to talk to you, I will call (regardless of how much time has passed). And when I see a text come in, I try to respond immediately (and that goes for all my friends - not just guys). Maybe that means I will spend the remainder of my nights home alone with my crossword puzzles while my roommate goes out and meets new guys. And maybe that's ok. Afterall, what little dating experience I do have is filled with far more regrets than happy memories. And there is always the possibility that there is a man out there who hates the game as much as I do. So, here's to a solitary, drama-free life. ;-P

Books I need

I first came across this book while shopping in Savannah with J and K. Of course J found it absolutely apalling that I would even find such a book amusing, while K thought it was pretty funny (the difference between the sexes). I don't know... maybe it is just me (but I kinda doubt it)... from the time we are very little, there is just something in girls that finds great enjoyment in tormenting (physically or psychologically) little boys simply because (as the more intellectually advanced sex) we can.

I recently found out that the author of the Boys are Stupid book has since come out with Girls are Weirdos (but they smell pretty). While the title does not sound particularly flattering representation of the prettier half of humanity, it is actually just a confession that guys do not understand us at all, but they are attracted nonetheless and in the end the fact that we smell (and look) pretty overrides the fact that they think we are rather strange.

Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am often irritated by the entire male population. I think these books are PERFECT because sometimes laughing at boys is actually more fun than tying them to trees and making them eat worms (not that I would ever consider doing such a thing). =P

It's a girl thing

One of the guys in my church once said that if girls do anything that doesn't make sense to him, he just chalks it up as "a girl thing." At the time I took offense to that, but I'm realizing it's somewhat true, and it works as a great answer!

I now work in an environment where I am surrounded by guys. L, the only other girl here my age, is my life saver! We pretty much stick together and have one another's back. When one of us needs to make a head call, the other is always there to accompany (it's quite a hike over there - we are picky and prefer to use the one with running water - imagine that!). If one of us need to go to one of the other trailers nearby, the other usually tags along. Coffee runs, laundry drop off, a visit to the PX, you name it, and we do it together. The guys just don't understand it at all and like to tease us. I always just say "it's a girl thing." This morning, I had 3 bags of laundry (we bring our laundry into the office twice a week), so I took all kinds of flak for that! It's not my fault that I like my clothes clean, I'm a girl! The best, though, was this morning when L. beeped the horn so the guard at the gate would give us the go ahead... it turns out, the guy had been in the little port-a-john next to the guard house. When we got to the gate, he was laughing and so were we. The guy in the car with us thought it was totally unfair that the guard was laughing and not cursing us under his breath for beeping the horn. He was like "if it had been a guy, he would have been all mad." Hey, sometimes it pays to be a girl. =P