Let’s talk about my gender now… Usually my posts are either about me (narcissism at its best) or my sexcapades which are just an online journal for me that everybody reads or other hippity hoopla…
So let’s talk about women, I know guys will find this interesting!!!
In my lifetime, so far at least I have met many nice men, but not a single nice woman. The girls I did meet-all fell into distinct and unfortunate categories.
I met the insecure, mean girls. The girls who spend 5 minutes smiling and then walk away to talk me to other people- other insecure, mean girls. They only stopped talking when I walk over to them and get greeted with dirty looks. Which is nice, I love a big bowl of awkward silence on day one of meeting them. I didn’t realize my life flew me back to middle school girl drama.
I have met girls who refuse to talk to anyone but her friends. The girl I waited at the airport with, who I saw on the plane, who stood in front of me at check-in. The girl I saw everyday, who couldn’t even crack a smile in return to the one I gave her. Who acted as though everyone but her friends were invisible, most likely because no one else put on eyeliner to sit on the beach?
I met the overly sexual to the point it’s embarrassing, girls. The girls who throw themselves at men who did not want them, who went all Fatal Attraction stalker style on guys, to the point it was sad to watch. Who took pictures of guys who didn’t want their photo taken, who called guys who didn’t want to be called, who shared cabs with guys who wanted to ride alone. Girls who didn’t mind knowing they were a guys second, third and in one case- fourth choice for the evening when everyone else turned him down.
I have met girls who put everyone down to push themselves up. Who were rude and inconsiderate and so condescending you could almost see it oozing out their pores. Who could take any piece of information and turn it into a topic they (of course) knew more about.
I have met girls who were so uncomfortable in their own skin it left me exhausted. Girls who were constantly pushing down their swim top, or pulling on the towel. Girls who refused to lift their arms because they didn’t like the job their waxer did, girls who said “please don’t look at me”, in a panicked voice when they showed up in their bathing suit. Who missed out on doing things they wanted to do because they were scared they would get laughed at. These are the same girls who were quick to judge anyone else for what they were or were not wearing.
I have met needy girls. The girls who start calling us at 8:30am to ask what we were doing for breakfast and when we refuse to answer, kept calling. As in, 5 calls before 11am. And when the calls went unanswered, they show up at the door and started knocking. And then try the door. And then chase to ask us where we were going.
See? I told you. Crazy.
The part that gets me is that I hav met a lot of nice guys. Young, old, single, not single- guys who spoke English, French or Spanish. Guys who talked about teaching and politics and jellyfish. Who held their own in conversation, who were interesting- who talked about ideas and ideals, not other people. Guys who said ‘hi!’ when they ran into you, who wanted to get their picture with you. With men I never worry, they would never begin talking about me poorly the second I left my chair.
Maybe it was just a bad mix of girls, but the whole experience has left me a little disappointed. Women are often thought of as the more sensitive, thoughtful gender but this has left me believing whoever believes that is sadly mistaken. Because I would rather take my chances starting a conversation with a table of knife holding men in wrestling masks than face a table of girls.
So I ask you readers, when did women get so crazy?