[the hijackers huddle briefly in the back of the plane, whispering and gesturing furtively]
pugluvr, I suspect the reason you don’t meet women like me must be the same reason I never do either: that, according to a codicil in the very last pages of the great big ethereal book in which are scribed the immutable rules governing the universe inhabited by humans, we are strictly rationed: a maximum of one per telephone area code. At least, that’s my best guess. Either that, or early indoctrination to constantly submit oneself to barrelfuls of hair chemicals from childhood on has stunted the mind and spirit of a sad number of our should-be sisters. It isn’t that I think most women are horrible people; I just don’t seem to have much in common with them, from interests to attitudes to etc. I have exactly one close woman friend today. I can count on one hand the number of close female friends I have had in my lifetime. I could have female acquaintances galore, but why? I was always called a “loner”, but the reality is, I only give up my solitude if the alternative is an improvement, and 90% of the time, it isn’t. Would I rather spend an afternoon alone with my pets and my books on tape, cha-chaing around the house alone, or be forced to drag myself around the mall (only two letters away from hell, you know) while I listen to some gal bitching about her bastard of a husband and her big butt and her four drawers full of lipstick but no color she really truly adores except for maybe the frosted peach while she searches for the CUUUUTEST little keepsake ornament you’ve ever seen? (And if it involved Precious Moments in any way, I’d have to commit hari-kari on the spot.) Loneliness isn’t a problem for me, so…
I actually grew up on a street of almost all old people (and of course was a tomboy from the start), but once I reached an age of wider social exposure, my close friends were boys by an outright laughable margin. We always just clicked and related easily, as well as had a lot of fun together (in spite of all those people who wondered contantly if it was possible for a boy and girl to be “just friends” :rolleyes: ). I eventually ended up with a much-cherished SO who has a hard time coping with the idea of guy friends, so I can’t say I currently have close male friends (except for him, my best friend of all, who is everything my best male friends have been to me and more), but if I were single now, I know most of my good friends would have y chromosones, just like before. As you mentioned, men have always seemed to feel I understood them easily and naturally, and vice versa, and I am ready to like them until they give me a reason not to. (I always feel sorry for man-bashing, ball-busting women - any given individual may be a swell guy or a total jerk, but that’s because of the person, not the gender, and those women with ATTITUDE to all men seem pathetic to me. Do you, like me, sometimes wonder why a woman who seems to have nothing but contempt for men ever marries one in the first place? I never cease to be amazed -and moderately depressed- by people who have presumably chosen a mate for life by their own free will, yet don’t seem to really like him or her very much. WTF? But that’s another hijack.) I’m ready to like women, too, but they always seem depressingly quick to give me a reason not to. So many great feminine qualities, so few females with the guts, spirit, and life force to relish, exude, and enjoy them. :sigh: Most women are just so…I don’t know…just not like me, somehow. Not saying they’re bad people…just not my type. : shrug : It’s nice to be reminded, though, that I’m not as alone as I sometimes seem. [warm handshake to pugluvr] Oh, and music tastes - too wide and varied to give a truly representative sample, but includes Floyd, Queen (we miss ya, Freddie) and Hank for sure, plus Rush, Dire Straits, Steely Dan, Peter Gabriel, Bruce Hornsby, Alana Davis, older Suzanne Vega, and a variety of jazz.
[hijackers reholster their weapons, grab a martini from the drink cart, and take seats quietly in the back row, since the Stooges film is starting on the screen up front]
With apologies for the delay, we now return you to your regularly scheduled comic short feature. Whooop whooop whooop whooop!
