I just can't write the salacious details I want...I'm sorry. I just can't. I guess mostly because the anonymity of this site is gone and while it's not my face accompanying these posts, it is no secret for some who I am and who the subjects of my posts would be about. And while I do share things with friends about my life, those aren't the only people who may read here. I would rather not give the details to those people I don't even like.
With that said...
The other night I was hanging out with two guy friends and before we commenced our beer drinking, they were playing music (guitar and drums). I enjoy watching people play even if it is difficult to not give my 'professional' opinion and want to jump in on an instrument of my own. It can be so eye opening to hang out with just guys sometimes, though. The testosterone that builds is so funny. Luckily, I am totally able to "be one of the guys" (while still being a lady and desirable, of course). I love to see them practically bump chests when they make a good joke, but then a split second later hold the door for me. Or how they give me the better beer or pour one of the darker ones into a glass so it will taste better. And meanwhile they're talking smack on the "dumb blonde" who works at the bar. I like that they can be themselves around me. I had a lot of guy friends in college and, while I love my chick friends, too, it's been nice to get closer to some guys lately.
But we'll never go shopping together. They just wouldn't understand!
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I've sometimes pondered the question,
"What constitutes a 'critical mass' of guys?" i.e., What does the guy to girl ratio have to be for them to start acting like there are no ladies present? In my experience, there's no set number; it varies by the guys.
My bf is the best shopping partner ever, though. He tells me what looks good, carries the bags, and on at least one occasion bought me Godiva at the mall. But I'm not much of a shopper so it's not like wer're at the mall very often.
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