Wednesday, June 20, 2007
That Oh-So Opposite Sex
Sometimes I really hate men.
Ok, maybe that isn't true, but sometimes I really don't GET men and that frustrates me enough that I say untrue things like I hate them. Sometimes they choose to do a thing that is just so CLUELESS that I am left to simply stare at them in awe. Then, when I react with an emotion that doesn't resemble a high school cheerleader at a pep rally, they stare at ME in awe. Like I am the crazy one. So, there we are, staring at each other, in awe and I am thinking WHY DO MEN AND WOMEN JUST KEEPING TRYING AND TRYING? You would think after years of banging our heads against brick walls we would one day stop.
I will never forget the day that my ex-boyfriend and I met for a make-nice supper date. He had gotten married to someone after me and so the supper really was about attempting to find some friendly common ground. I was still in love with him, but without any hope or agenda and did truly want to find out if I had it in me to just be his friend. Well, the supper part went fine. We caught up and ate and laughed (we had always done that really well together) and then, just as we were heading for our seperate cars and the night was about to end, he turned to me in a sudden rush. "Oh my god," he yelped, "I almost forgot, I wanted you to hear something!" He then excitedly pulled me to his car and sat me down in the passengers seat. "I recorded that song that I wrote for you...remember?" he asked me. Did I remember???! Of course I remembered. I watched as he pushed the tape into the tape deck of his car. After an uncomfortable silence the music started. It was my song. It the was the song he wrote for me back when he loved me and the lyrics were devoted words promising me that no matter how long he had to wait, no matter what he had to do, he would always choose me. I sat there listening to these words in my ex-boyfriend's car, but that wasn't even the worst of it. To add insult to injury...his WIFE was the one singing the song on the recording!!!!
"It sounded so good on her voice, we just had to record it. Anyway, since it was your song I thought you might want to hear how great it turned out." He gushed. I sat. I blinked back tears. It was like being knocked directly into some bad Ally McBeal moment. He grinned from ear to ear. I made some excuse to get out of the car and bolted gracefully. He remained in his car and kept listening to his wife sing a song he wrote for about how he would never love anyone but me.
Clueless. I don't think it occured to him. I don't think he was trying to hurt me or push buttons or make a power play. I think he JUST DIDN'T GET IT. I was 20 when that happened to me. Now, I am 30...actually, sorry...31 and nothing has changed. Men still do hurtful things without having any idea that their actions are hurtful. And when you say - that was hurtful - they claim you are creating unneeded drama. And perhaps you are. Or perhaps you aren't. What I do know is that these situation aren't going anywhere. If I am going to insist on being involved with the opposite sex, then I am going to have to get used to it. Venus and Mars and all that crap.
Or maybe I will just learn to enjoy cunnilingus.
Ok, maybe that isn't true, but sometimes I really don't GET men and that frustrates me enough that I say untrue things like I hate them. Sometimes they choose to do a thing that is just so CLUELESS that I am left to simply stare at them in awe. Then, when I react with an emotion that doesn't resemble a high school cheerleader at a pep rally, they stare at ME in awe. Like I am the crazy one. So, there we are, staring at each other, in awe and I am thinking WHY DO MEN AND WOMEN JUST KEEPING TRYING AND TRYING? You would think after years of banging our heads against brick walls we would one day stop.
I will never forget the day that my ex-boyfriend and I met for a make-nice supper date. He had gotten married to someone after me and so the supper really was about attempting to find some friendly common ground. I was still in love with him, but without any hope or agenda and did truly want to find out if I had it in me to just be his friend. Well, the supper part went fine. We caught up and ate and laughed (we had always done that really well together) and then, just as we were heading for our seperate cars and the night was about to end, he turned to me in a sudden rush. "Oh my god," he yelped, "I almost forgot, I wanted you to hear something!" He then excitedly pulled me to his car and sat me down in the passengers seat. "I recorded that song that I wrote for you...remember?" he asked me. Did I remember???! Of course I remembered. I watched as he pushed the tape into the tape deck of his car. After an uncomfortable silence the music started. It was my song. It the was the song he wrote for me back when he loved me and the lyrics were devoted words promising me that no matter how long he had to wait, no matter what he had to do, he would always choose me. I sat there listening to these words in my ex-boyfriend's car, but that wasn't even the worst of it. To add insult to injury...his WIFE was the one singing the song on the recording!!!!
"It sounded so good on her voice, we just had to record it. Anyway, since it was your song I thought you might want to hear how great it turned out." He gushed. I sat. I blinked back tears. It was like being knocked directly into some bad Ally McBeal moment. He grinned from ear to ear. I made some excuse to get out of the car and bolted gracefully. He remained in his car and kept listening to his wife sing a song he wrote for about how he would never love anyone but me.
Clueless. I don't think it occured to him. I don't think he was trying to hurt me or push buttons or make a power play. I think he JUST DIDN'T GET IT. I was 20 when that happened to me. Now, I am 30...actually, sorry...31 and nothing has changed. Men still do hurtful things without having any idea that their actions are hurtful. And when you say - that was hurtful - they claim you are creating unneeded drama. And perhaps you are. Or perhaps you aren't. What I do know is that these situation aren't going anywhere. If I am going to insist on being involved with the opposite sex, then I am going to have to get used to it. Venus and Mars and all that crap.
Or maybe I will just learn to enjoy cunnilingus.
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