For the first time since the last car accident in November, I went out… you know really OUT out. It took a pretty special occasion to get me motivated to go out, have dinner and a few drinks and make a show of being social and the occasion in question was H de M’s Bucks Night.
Ever since I was a teenager, most of my closest friends have been male. I don’t know why really and for the most part choose not to over analyze why I don’t really have many close female friends. Maybe it is because I was always a bit of a tomboy as a kid preferring train sets and footballs over Barbie dolls and playing house. Or it could stem from the fact that I went to an all girl’s Catholic school and even back then had scant little patience for the frivolous and often asinine high drama that I seemed to be daily surrounded by. And likely it was probably firmly cemented in my 20s when I was working for the Govt and saw that the hysterics and melodrama continued there amongst the typing pool. What ever it comes from…. I have long known that I prefer the company of men.
I like that if you have a difference of opinion with most men that doesn’t mean that they wont talk to you ever again. I like that most men don’t get the shits with you if you get busy and fail to call them for weeks at a time. I like that I’ve never felt like my male friends have expected me to take umbrage on their behalf should someone slight them. And I like that most men don’t expect me to instantly formulate my opinions based on theirs. I think men are inherently easier to get along with somehow. Maybe they’re just simpler creatures 🙂 I’ve often been told that on many things ‘I think like a man’ and have often been told that I’m thought of as ‘one of the guys’. I even remember once an old friend Mooch asking me a question that started with "If you were a woman would you think… blah blah blah…’ to which I had to remind him that I was in fact… a female.
The downside of this being ‘one of the boys’? Their girlfriends/fiances/wives tend to not like me very much. Though I don’t pretend to understand the logic behind this… I’ve often been stuck dealing with the fall out of their various insecurities. When one of my dearest and oldest friends, Edouardo who I’ve known since I was 14 and who was the Maid of Honour at my wedding (before such things were fashionable!) found himself a lady, she took an immediate dislike to me and I’m still unsure to this day how it came about. Edouardo invited me to join him and the boys to his Stag Night and then at her insistence he was forced to uninvite? disinvite? me. Which sucked because Mr K and Surly and even my DAD went out on the town with my best friend… and I could not go 🙁 And things pretty much went downhill from there. Currently, Edouardo lives about 1200kms away and even though I am married with Small Child, he isn’t even allowed to talk to me anymore by email or phone. At first I was furious with HER for creating this ridiculous situation but more and more I’ve become pissed off at him over it…. for not growing a set. Fancy allowing someone to dictate who he may and may not be friends with. Like this is the second grade or something? What a bitch… and I don’t care if she is fucking bi-polar or what have you.
But I’m getting off the track again. Last night we went out for HdMs Buck’s Night and had a really great night out. Luckily his intended has not yet decided that I am some evil Jezebel and therefore shouldn’t be allowed in his general vicinity… so I was able to attend. It was good fun to help get poor HdM drunk as a skunk and then drag him off to the strip clubs (can you believe we were refused entry to two strip clubs because there were so many of us??? where’s the logic in that? too many patrons? who ever heard of such a thing?) for the obligatory embarrassment, lapdances etc. We also had Nemain along for the trip (who is currently working as a receptionist at a local – legal – brothel) and I must say she did a masterful job of negotiating a very specific stage show for HdM.
He still had his eyebrows intact when I headed home and so far as I am aware… none of the guys had any duct tape with them so I’m sure he’s probably come though the ordeal okay. 🙂