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September 28, 2005

A break from our usual scheduled programming

Ugh, am still swamped (as expected, got to bed well after 4 a.m., so am feeling hardly perky), but just now had a surprising realization about my choice of friends.

As one of my pals smarmily joked that there was no way I could have belonged to the tomboy club as a child (dammit, I did. I did!), I noticed something about the people I generally tend to hang about with.

Almost without exception, all of my female friends were tomboys. Sure, I've befriended a couple of the girly types, but those I consider nearest and dearest were just as inclined to hate wearing dresses at school as I was (playing in a dress only gets fun when you're older and inclined to naughtiness. But even then, it's better just to take the damn thing off).

And male friends? Again, almost without exception -- all guys that generally get along better with women. Or are gay. (While there are a few exceptions to this rule, most manly-man types I've befriended generally just want to touch my boobs.)

Huh.


2 Comments:

Blogger Rye said...

*Here from Tali's Blog*

I love being one of those exceptions. I'm even a further exception to that exception. A section of guys who get along better with women than men, and who make great friends; without sacrificing their flirtatious and manly nature. Yes, I want to touch the boobs of most of my friends, and no, they don't care because they really like the friendship.

I suspect Amos Beechwill is another sort of this exception, I'll have to ask him next time I see him.

8:25 a.m.  
Blogger /hg said...

Ahhhh... An interesting theory. Friendship and wanting to touch the boobs.

Certainly something to ponder on the next time some guy stares at my chest...

10:49 p.m.  

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