I have some great friends, there's no denying that. But I realize that over the years I've slowly had an increase in the number of friends who are women in my life. This is all good and fun until one weekend when you realize that two of your guy friends are out of town and two of your girl friends are coming into town (one of them bringing another friend--also a female).
[pause]
I have come to realize that talk of dresses, hairstyles, shoes, & make-up interest me none-at-all. Maybe if somehow they changed who I was or what I was capable of accomplishing, I might take heed, but since to me they are all cosmetic, outer changes, they don't add up to much for me. I'm glad that they were able to bond and that they felt special that I was there to enjoy the evening with them. But a part of me wishes that I'd gracefully stepped out and gone off to shoot or hack things.
On the plus side, I met someone new and got to see "I Am Legend."
[friendly glare] I didn't talk about make-up. I don't wear it. I just pointed out every single suprasternal notch visible in the Speed Art Museum. :)
ReplyDeleteOk, in your defense, you were the least stereotypical of your sex regarding this day. Thank you for that. Your dad also helped save me during dinnertime.
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