Only a few minutes had passed since I posted the blog below (The Friendship Game, Part 1 - The Girls), before I received an anonymous comment reminding me that I did, in fact, write somewhat of a Part 2, which I claim not to have done. So thank you Anonymous. I found that one after your shout out. Below is a reprint from May 8, 2008:
I started to write the “Boy’s” equivalent to The Friendship Game, as promised. I got through the It’s My Career Boy, the I’m Gay Boy, and the Relationship Gambler Boy but by the time I got to the It’s Not You It’s Me Boy (and by the way, it’s TOTALLY you; because you aren’t Her) I had a revelation. I’m writing away and thinking, “this is all complete crap. Boys just aren’t that complicated." At least not complicated enough to warrant more than a couple of short paragraphs of discussion.
So I’ve decided to keep this short enough that a Boy could get all the way through it before remembering that it’s been more than 6 minutes since the last time he had a beer, ate, thought about sex, masturbated, checked SportsCenter, or re-alphabetized his porn collection.
Though there are a few variations on the theme – minor additions that is, to the list – that’s all there is. For instance, a Boy plays sports so he thinks about that… which inevitably reminds him to check the scores on SportsCenter and, while switching the channel he spies the porn, which reminds him that the last movie he looked for he couldn’t find so now he’s thinking about porn and having sex. Post-masturbation, he requires a snack and a cool beverage, and now we’ve come full circle. It’s a simple process.
Boys are cool. They’re simple creatures. Work with the list and you can have whatever you want. Work against it and again, you’ll discover it really IS you.
Boys: go on about your business.
Girls: shut up.
I started to write my own blog concerning this very topic, but every time I turned on the internet, porn, BAM, right there in my face. I never could focus much after that.
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