I went out with two women friends this weekend. As Dee who called me several times during the day put it, “Spent a lot of money? Bitched a lot about men?” Yes, yes, yes we did. For anyone who wonders what three women talk about….baaah…I hate the fact that three supposedly intelligent, attractive, single women meet and spend so much time talking about men! On the other hand, like the book I’m reading observes, women do talk about men, sometimes disparagingly but with a certain fondness. And who says two women (or even three) can’t stand each other? I had a rocking time! Read on for more…(I know I’m going back on what I said here, by spilling the secrets but…well, what the hell?)
The ‘Do not love me because I’m beautiful’ business
I wish I had your figure!
I wish I had your skin!
I wish I had your hair!
Yeah, if one of us had all three of this, she’d be every man’s dream
Arrrgghh…who gives a damn…who are these lousy men to dictate what we look like anyway?
A question of questionable taste
I remember the last blind date that you set me up for! He looked like he’d just stepped out of a facial, manicure, hair styling and personalized fashion session. I on the other hand was toting a jhola and walking around in flat-pancake sandals. I don’t like men who are so polished, I feel like I’m talking to a uniform, not a person.
Well, I don’t like the guy to look like a slob. I know I’m looking good, why shouldn’t he put in the effort too?
I didn’t say I liked slobs either. But not THIS much effort! I think I noticed my last boyfriend because of his dress sense. He was wearing red pants when I first saw him and I thought, “Oh wow, that takes some attitude to carry off!” And on our first date, he was wearing a tee-shirt and jeans and sneakers. And so was I. I felt comfortable talking to him and suggesting such silly things like a walk on the beach in the hot noonday sun. I wouldn’t have been able to do that with the other guy…I’d have been too intimidated and busy feeling like naughty little child.
Oh well, maybe its a good thing that the two of us never like the same guy.
Yes, ma’am…I, unlike you, do not have such questionable taste!
:p You’re just saying that because you didn’t like the guy in question.
Well I don’t like any of your boyfriends.
Because they are your boyfriends!
The eligible batchelor fantasy
I’m getting tired of this arranged marriage business.
Then give it up, na!
Can’t…you know what the pressure gets to be
Yeah I know…but I’m having fun with it now. First 20 years my parents try keeping me away from everything male and now they’re pushing them right into my life..my inbox, my message box, my mail and my calendar!
Arre…the other day I met a guy and he brought his mother along!
And I met one guy who said he liked shopping, especially for deodorants
Hmph….give it up, you’re never going to find a normal guy, there aren’t any!
That’s not true, I’ve been meeting loads of them
Yeah….where ever do you find them? You seem to have an unending stream of boyfriends
Blog! Party! Join the onliine networks! Make friends! They’re bound to have friends.
Well…I don’t subscribe to that point of view. None of your relationships have lasted.
Yes, that’s true, none of them were the ‘settling down’ type.
Well, I only want a man who wants to settle down.
I wish you luck then. You can either have interesting, ‘normal’ men or you can have the abnormal ones who actually do want to settle down.
I don’t think so.
Well, I hope not too, actually.
And I think you’re selling yourself short.
Yes, sometimes I think so too but other times I tell myself I’m just being realistic. Consider, I’m getting better, now!
See, I started off with neglectful, graduated to abusive and now I’m doing the non-committal route. I’m getting to understand men 🙂
Yeah, you get to know all the ways a man can be a jerk!
They all are!!!
The ‘Which-friend-ditching-situation-is-worse’ question:
She’s my best friend, my voice of reason, my rock of Gibralter
Haan, haan….best friend, my foot, the last time I was sick you were out with your boyfriend!
Arre…c’mon…we were meeting only on weekends.
Boyfriend more important that best friend, now?
Hmph…you should talk, you promised me a girl’s day out today and you had to run off to meet some guy you’ve never met, whom you don’t even like the sound off!
Well….you know I just had to, didn’t you?
Yeah, I do. But are you meeting him again?
I don’t know. His father wanted to know what clothes I wear.
Did you tell him…bikinis and shorts.
*dirty look* Hmph….we said salwar-kameezes and trousers to work.
I don’t believe this…you actually answered that?
Yeah….and then he wanted to know what I wear at home!!!
*disapproving look* I thought of saying….saree with a ghoonghat.
I never have that problem. According to my family, I’m a Mumbai girl and that means I’m wanton, reckless, possibly lesbian and likely to kick my ageing parents out into the street any day now, so I can move my useless, pot-smoking boyfriends in!
Well you probably will, you know….you don’t even care for your best friend.
That look doesn’t work with me, lady. I’m a Scorpio…I never forget.
Doesn’t work with me either….:-D
Yeah…it might work on some stupid man!!!
It should work on the types that pretend they know palmistry so that they can hold your hand…..or at least its catching their bluff!
The ‘same time next year’ promise
I’ll tell you what…let’s meet a year from now and discuss our husbands.
Do you suppose all three of us will be married in a year’s time? Somehow I doubt it….look at the men the two of you have met and the ones I’ve dated….none of them marriageable!
Let’s just get together and bitch then!