Or fellow unicorns!
I judge not.
I am one of the, hopefully, many who will never understand the dynamics between the genders. I feel like the minute you figure something out, someone has gone and changed something and just like that, the rules have changed. Ugh, what a mess!
I was hoping that the bipolar-ness between the genders was just high school shit, and that as adults, in out twenties, things would become clearer.
Nope.
Nuh-uh.
It may just be more so complicated because we have money, and cars, and, more than anything, we have options and are able to explore everything that's out there.
And I do mean everything.
The shitty thing about that is that the dynamics between the genders don't change. There's still so much game playing, and passive-aggressiveness. I guess most of us never leave high school.
Take for example Quick Minute. Ah, Quick Minute. (Or, HSV as Dee likes to refer to him. I won't tell you what the HSV stands for unless you ask. I'm not gonna put him on blast like that on this shit.)
Quick Minute was so awesome in the beginning. It's funny how everything is so good in the beginning, and then it turns to shit. Or is that just me?
Anyways, it was fun. It was flirty. And it was free of bullshit. And that in itself was so refreshing. I've spent my entire life getting nothing but bullshit from the opposite gender and here was someone (FINALLY!) who didn't do that. He was honest, and direct, and like a breath of fresh air that I desperately needed. (People, I live in LA. Some days, it feels like I'd be safer attaching my mouth to an exhaust pipe.) For a while there, I thought I could really like him. I thought I may want to keep this guy around for a while.
But like everything in my life, one day, things went south. Before I knew it, there was mention of him talking to other chicks (trying to make me jealous), passive-aggressiveness in texts, and ignored texts. I was really wishing I'd past this phase. That, at this point in my life, I wouldn't have to deal with this. But, nope. Just as I think I'm out, they pull me back in.
All this escalated recently when out of the blue, Quick Minute text me. It was so fucking weird. No, like really. I was reading The Virgin Suicides (SYMBOLISM!!!) and he text me out of the blue because apparently "that's how we work." What the fuck does that mean? No, really, what does it mean?
Was that your off hand way of saying that I'm not kissing you ass enough? Was that your way of telling me that I fucking suck with guys? That I consider myself so self-important that I don't text you every other day telling you about my bowel movements? (FYI: I've been sick; so... not good?) Or that it's MY fault that we only have passive-aggressive exchanges?
What ever the hell that random ass passive-aggressive (and truly weak-assed, if I do say so myself), please explain it to me. Just do me, and the world, the favor, and be honest and direct and say whatever the hell you wanna say!
I'm only gonna say this once: GUYS, TELL IT TO ME STRAIGHT. I APPRECIATE DIRECTNESS. I may not like it, but I sure as hell will respect you for it. It proves that you got over high school bullshit and are worth the time.
I'm sorry. Like, Quick Minute, really? Was that your way of putting me in my place? Because if it was, ooh buddy, you've got me there. I use to think that I was the more mature one of us, and you kinda just proved me right.
Congratulations! Above it all, you're right.
And, the way we ended things this time, you have the upper hand.
Hey, buddy? You can keep the upper hand.
Good luck jacking off with it.
and because the world is that much better with Swedish indie pop
Keep Yours by The Concretes