A Day With The Guys

Howdy. I feel like the worst blogger, I post something one day and then months later I decide to contribute again. I promise I’ll get better. Some things have changed with me so I feel like I should update my “profile”: I’m still 23 (the big 2-4 is slowly creeping nearer), I’m officially a Brooklyn College grad student (I got my student card yesterday…I’m thinking about “accidently” losing it and just paying the $5 fee to get another one), and I have recently got myself into a fun, yet serious relationship. Details may come later.

To the point: I was recently going through some things and I remembered that I had started writing a blog post a little while ago and knowing that I hadn’t posted in some time, decided that I would like to share it. Keep in mind when I was writing this I was still completely single, although that may be quite evident in the first sentence.

Et voila:

Since I haven't been plagued with a series of relationships to fill my time, I've made some very good friends, some of those being male. It's come to the point now that I'm treated more as a guy with the guys than as a girl. It's a lot of fun sometimes, but others, slightly unnerving.

Example: I was at a friends, consisting of 2 guys and myself. Of course the topic at hand between my friends were girls: who they thought were hot, who they wanted to bone, which physical features they enjoyed best on women, who they thought were hot (reiterated on purpose), on several occasions referring to women as 'animals' (not in the good sense.), and who their next conquest was going to be. I will admit, the majority of this conversation was quite funny, but there wasn't much for me to do but sit there and listen to all of this. My polite self just sat there and smiled, but the woman inside me wanted to punch the shit out of these people. True, I probably have more things in common with my male friends than I would to any various random girl yet to completely degrade women to a point where they are nothing but objects of a perverse male fantasy isn't exactly something I care to listen to or witness. I'm sure they wouldn't exactly appreciate being alone in a room with several girls as they incessantly guy-bash and talk about all the guys they want to sleep with and in which positions. As I was sitting there I couldn't help think about their ideas of beauty and how far fetched they are, forcing me think that any average girl would be the result of a pity date and/or lay. I know it’s naïve of me to think that personality should count most, but wouldn’t it be lovely if it did? Now don’t get me wrong, looks are a major deciding factor, I mean first impressions are mainly based on appearance, and then the deal is sealed after the first few minutes they open their mouths and their personality comes out. Though shouldn’t personality count a little more than a perfect body, a little more than the perfect breasts, a little more than the perfect abs, more than the perfect hair?, and you get my point. I feel like physical appearance gets all the attention while personality has become the ousted step sister waiting for her day to be noticed.

I guess I’m just wondering if the majority of guys out there think this way: ass and tits over personality. I know that not all of them do, it’s just scary to think that there’s such a shortage of real, not-into-all-the-bullshit guys out there.

P.S. Food time!!! Roasting things in the oven has become one of my new favorite hobbies. Its so delicious, roast anything and everything! All it needs is just a little bit of olive oil and some salt and pepper. I found a recipe that has roasted grapes that I’m dying to try. If you have something you don't know how to prepare, try roasting it. Try it -you won’t be disappointed!