20Something and Surviving

Men and Women, Are Not The Same, …

… I thought you ought to know
Men and women
Are not the same
No no no …
(Men and Women- Norah Jones)

I think I may have a problem. I actually enjoy being really busy. I’m starting to enjoy my work again.

Usually I get a job and the first month is really new and exciting and I love my new job but that soon wears off and I’m left with feelings of boredom and being unchallenged. Once I have gained proper understanding of what I’m supposed to do and start doing it well then its instant dislike for that occupation. But now it seems as if I have gotten my second wind. Anyway more about me…

I’ve gone on about the difference in men and women and the pros and cons in having both as friends. My two bestest friends (although I may be getting old for such trivialities) are female. And as I’ve said its not always a good thing. On occasion, like yesterday, I wish that was different.

My male mates never call unless it’s to announce what time we’re doing a booze run or are going to convene for our weekly sport watching ritual. Clichéd but there’s a reason things are clichéd. We talk about generic things, barely feign a passing interest in each other’s lives and the only discussion around the other half of the species centres around lewd sexual comments. Fun times.
On the other hand, I can expect daily calls from my female sirens wanting to wail on about… you guessed it, men. They an to chat and lament about what dogs we are and how e don’t know what we want, we cant communicate and is it my opinion that the relationship ends?
Basically: “I can’t stand it any more, he’s driving me crazy, I’m gonna dump his ass. What do you think Leez?”

I’ve learnt to keep my mouth shut or reduce answers to slight murmurs. Because I know that once that time of the month has passed, anything I say will come back to bite me in the arse. Its impossible to give any sort of advice or input to anyone that only wants someone, anyone on the other line. Before they even thought of calling me they had decided on what they were going to do. I was just the conduit, albeit a silent one, to their self-affirmation.

Most calls for my male buds lat between thirty seconds to a minute. Max. All calls form my dearest lovelies could last between 15 minutes to half an hour. And No, I’m not generalising; it’s based on personal experience.

So which make better friends? Once again, its not whether they’re male or female but whether they’re loyal or trustworthy or charming enough that you forgive them it they aren’t.

That’s just me.

Leez.

July 23, 2008 Posted by | female vs male friends | 8 Comments