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If he laughs at THAT joke, he must be a horrible guy….

15 Aug

Always keep a quarter in your purse, just in case…
Keep your ankles decently crossed.You never know who’s looking…..
Have a friend call with an “emergency” when you get in trouble….
Look in his bathroom medicine cabinet. THAT says a lot about him…
If he goes for 1st, 2nd, or 3rd base on the first date…. RUN!!!! (and be very angry when he doesn’t call later)…

I have more. Every woman does. It makes us feel better when we are giving advice to an innocent woman.

I think every teenage chick, and most pre-teens, have something like this in their arsenal. These are the tools that we have for the battle. Um, THE BATTLE…. The Battle Of The Sexes??? Yyeeah, it’s still going on. At least that’s what I hear. And fear. This is what I was armed with from the time Adrian B. got booted from my house because “girls don’t play with boys” when I was … 8? Little by little, Adrian, Matt, Steve, and…What’s-His-Face… the guy with the curly hair and dimples????… got culled from the neighborhood play group and tossed into the boys club where trucks, trees, and anything that got them dirty and scraped up was acceptable. Us girls usually were led into Barbie play dates, dress up, and cooking. (For the record, I hated Barbies and cooking. My cooking attests to it.)

I think it was just easier for moms of girls to get that look on their face… the one of disdain and just a leeettle bit of nausea, when boys got older (the unmitigated gall!) as their girls did too. And like a light going on around the neighborhood, mom’s would tug on their daughters apron strings and tell them little things to make the culling a bit easier….”Well, you are getting too old to play with him. He is paying too much attention to you.”

And all of a sudden the question was, “Is that bad? Am I bad? I was having fun playing in the trees/scraping my knees/playing Barbie with him”. The next thought being, “boys have fun this way, and girls have fun that way…” and never the two shall mix.

All of a sudden, we were DIFFERENT. Instead of there just being friends, it was Boys, and it was Girls. We knew that already, of course, but suddenly it mattered to the moms, so it had to matter to us. The leap from friends to US VS. THEM looked like this:
A. we are different from boys.
B. mom doesn’t like us to play with “different” anymore.
C. Different must be BAD
D. BOYS ARE BAD and must be watched out for….

I know. Guys, if you are reading this, you either have a story like this but it’s turned around so the girls are the enemy, or you are scratching your goatee and saying, “what the?????” Does it explain why girls got so creepy from about 8 years old on? Now you know the secret. We were told you were the enemy. Its true. Ask any girl in G-ville. (They are all on Facebook anyway.) In fact, just look in my Facebook friends for the girl that was in your neighborhood. She’s the one you used to hang out with, and then BAM!! kicked you in the shins when you passed them. For no apparent reason. Now you know….

Here’s the reason I bring it up in the first place: I’m a little bit bitter about it. I lost some really good guy friends when I was 8. Well, I (being the stubborn girl I was) hung out with them, off and on all the way until high school. Maybe, Neighbor Friend Around The Corner, you were just as stubborn as I was, and that’s why we didn’t care what our mom’s said, but still…. Guy Across The Street And 2 Houses Down, we got the short end of the stick because my mom and yours were of the same mind that we both were the devil to the other…. The point is…… Ladies……. What if the boys/guys/men in our lives weren’t the horrible people we were supposed to watch out for?

What if there are guys out there that are gentle, kind, and want whats best for them and us? What if, dare I say, we are so conditioned to watch out and identify the bad in the boy that we don’t know what to do if a good guy walked up to us and treated us right?

I’m pretty bold to say that there could be amazing men out there. I know it because at any point now I’ll get some emails letting me know I’ve been brainwashed. Here is where I get really bold, though. What if it is the WOMEN who have been out of the loop? What if we are so worried, and freaked out about getting taken advantage of/ripped off/hurt (and sometimes for good reason), that we have forgotten how to be open to the good that a guy could bring to a friendship/relationship????? hmmm?

I speak about this because….. well….. I was dumped. By a really good guy. A really really excellent guy. nope, not my hubby. although he is a good guy too. I’m talking about someone that is no longer able to talk to me because he has been forbidden. By his love interest. His love, lets call her Brenda, is not assuming I will seduce him, necessarily. She assumes HE WILL CAVE. For the reason that he is a man and therefore BAD, he must be reined in with the friends that he has. As in, no women friends.

Did I mention I’ve known him all my life? No? Well, yeah, I’m bitter. But really I don’t have anyone to blame but my womenfolk. Do we know lying, cheating jerks? yup. But the real question is, DO WE KNOW ANY GENUINELY GOOD GUYS?…..Cricket….Cricket….. These are guys that have been upstanding through life. Made mistakes, sure, like we all do.. But have learned from them and used them as stepping stones. Just like the goals the women who have struggled in life strive to reach. And here is the scarier question: Do I know any women who are genuinely good? OF COURSE….. (I look past my own flaws, don’t I) 🙂 And I look past the flaws of my friends and any woman I admire….. yada yada…..

Do some of us women to know what to do with a guy that is just good? And, is it just me that flounders with how to treat a guy that isn’t a perv, a creep, and a loser?

I’m at a loss. Mostly because I realize that somewhere down the line, it went from guys hanging around and being in the club of life, to creating the “What does he mean by THAT comment” girl only club that turns everything into a nuance or need for a comeback. Not good. Not good for me at all, and Not good for us as the genteel, tender strong loving powerful compassionate ladies we are capable of. Competition and competitiveness just has it’s drawbacks here.

What if a guy wants in? What if he means what he says? What if he wasn’t meaning what we thought he really meant? The questions all come down to this: Are we, ladies, strong enough to let that in? Guys, this might also answer the question of why, when you are being genuine, the lady you want to impress (or had no idea you were impressing) got that odd look on her face that says, “SURE your a nice guy. Sure I’ll take what you say at face value” but the attitude is like being back handed by a tennis pro.

I’d love the input, not from the moms that have never had anything go wrong with their kids, but the moms that were the kids. I’d love input from the guys that were put in their place by the women they unintentionally offended and didn’t know why. Or the dads that have insight to us crazy women…. Or the men and women that know what to do when a nice guy/girl shows up in their space and they buy in. Not necessarily because they are infatuated, as this could be a co-worker, a potential friend of a spouse, or a waiter/worker/server that you see isn’t out to make you bleed. But infatuation could play in just the same.

Ladies? What input do you have as to knowing that there are jerks out there because we have all dated one, had one for a (possibly) brother/uncle/cousin/dad/grandpa/nephew….. but how to treat a guy that isn’t a jerk? What if we have been conditioned to watch out for the bad so much that we don’t recognize the good? Ever happened to you?

And….. GO.

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Posted by on August 15, 2009 in boys, youth

 

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