Complaining about girls is the hot thing to do
So my guy friend told me on Thursday that lady friend Aimee is frustrated and depressed re: boys. I called her up and insinuated myself into her plans for the evening in order to cheer her up. She had been interested in a guy known only as Seafood Boy for the past few months. (Come to think of it, it's been awhile.) She told me that she was worried that he wasn't interested because he hadn't called since Monday.
Three days. What?
I explained that the passage of time does not work for guys the same way it works for girls and that three days doesn't make a guy uninterested. At this point, lady friend Megan (aka "Friend-Zone Megan" >:() popped into the room and mentioned something to the effect that Aimee was delusional. The gears started turning and I asked Aimee when the last time was that Seafood Boy talked to her. Well, Monday. No, that's the last time you talked to him. When's the last time he ever initiated contact with you? Well, never.
Well, there's your answer.
At the close of the night I took a mental stock of the girls that were there. Aimee was clearly mentally unstable -- and this was clearly not a recent development -- Megan was only interested in guys with whom she had no chance (the homme du jour was a 30-year old coworker; Megan just turned 20), and Serena and Nicki were in similar situations. "You're all insane," I told them, "every one of you." They just laughed, tee-hee, and we went our ways.
Three days. What?
I explained that the passage of time does not work for guys the same way it works for girls and that three days doesn't make a guy uninterested. At this point, lady friend Megan (aka "Friend-Zone Megan" >:() popped into the room and mentioned something to the effect that Aimee was delusional. The gears started turning and I asked Aimee when the last time was that Seafood Boy talked to her. Well, Monday. No, that's the last time you talked to him. When's the last time he ever initiated contact with you? Well, never.
Well, there's your answer.
At the close of the night I took a mental stock of the girls that were there. Aimee was clearly mentally unstable -- and this was clearly not a recent development -- Megan was only interested in guys with whom she had no chance (the homme du jour was a 30-year old coworker; Megan just turned 20), and Serena and Nicki were in similar situations. "You're all insane," I told them, "every one of you." They just laughed, tee-hee, and we went our ways.