I'd like to apologize ahead of time to my male readers, because this post is going to be about "girl stuff." And by "girl stuff," I mean boys.
I am really bad at boys.
Okay, I'm not really bad. In theory, I know what boys like; video games, cheesy food, sports, mud, and girls who can pull off looking modest and sexy at the same time. In theory, I'm relatively good at hanging out with boys; I like playing basketball and soccer and football and baseball, and I love video games, and I can carry a conversation about Star Wars and/or Suckerpunch and Transformers. In theory, I have a lot of male friends with whom I hold a range of interesting relationships from purely platonic to mildly flirty to 'ex-alert, watch out'.
But in actuality, boys and I are never on the same page.
Whenever I begin to feel attracted to a guy and we start to hang out more, I somehow push myself into the bro-zone and become a friend. And, I know I'm not just a perma-bro (though I could probably pull it off), because whenever I start thinking of a guy as a friend, he'll randomly profess his love/lust/interest/failure to properly use a pick up line. Whenever I think I'm on good terms with an ex, someone will suddenly inform me that he's trash-talking me, or he'll randomly start crossing the boundaries of our friendship.
From what I understand, this happens to a lot of girls. But for some reason, when I couple my lack of understanding of romantic exchanges with my general lack of social ease and my towering height and impossible work/school schedule and tendency to meet/hit it off with really cool guys that are within weeks of moving 150+ miles away; I get really frustrated.
I'm not quite sure where I was planning on taking this rant-fest, so I think I'm going to leave it at that. Plus, despite my current confusion and anxiety and cluelessness, I think things in the boy department might actually be looking up. So, I guess we'll see.
I hope all of your love lives are flowing more smoothly and enjoyably than mine, and that BEDA is still going well!