Okay- this seems to be an issue
I have had men friends my entire life- I enjoy their company more than most women. Men tend to talk about events, politics, theories- not people and feelings to ad naseum.
Not that I don't enjoy a good chat about shoes and perfume sometimes.
I was so shocked when I was 13 and my male friends started getting weird on me- and asking me out! What?!
Since then, I have to admit many of my male friends have told me they actually wanted more than friends- but are happy with being a friend than not having me in their lives at all....
Also, my best friend likes to joke he is so happy that I did not find 'that special spark' with him.
He would of missed out on the true love of his life- a terrific girl who adores him. In addition he says "You would of been my second ex-wife."
You see I am not good wife or girlfriend material- I am kinda like the male bad boy. The one that is out fishing for a trophy- and ends up sport fishing instead - finding the throw back ones.
In reference to my behaviour- it should be noted that I became a 'housewife' at just 17---and have spent years in that role- granted with 3 different men. At this point in my life- should 'my trophy love' come around I want to be free to 'fall crazy in love with him.' My list of requirements for this are simply far too long for any true mortal male to fulfill. So single I am---and free to come and go and do as I please!
My male friends are also kind enough to indulge me in my delusion that I don't need a man!
They also keep their mouths shut about it!
Yes, they help me- fix my house, let my haul junk -actually they haul junk for me in their trucks, lend a hand- and strenght-with gardening ideas and a host of other things.
My best friend and I share a love of scotch and cooking and spend most of our time talking about this- while he makes me dinner at his house- with his lovely 'wife' there!
I have another friend that has picked up the slack and saved my sorry ass and fixed up my house after I got royally screwed by a contractor that I thought was my friend. He also takes me out to the most glorious places-- spoils me rotten and understands that I am not available for a relationship of anything greater than friends.
Yes, I am lucky- and I adore all of them- and they do help me out-- like taking care of a poor little sister that needs help- but is too damn stubborn to admit it.
To you guys thanks- and you think I didn't know!
I have had men friends my entire life- I enjoy their company more than most women. Men tend to talk about events, politics, theories- not people and feelings to ad naseum.
Not that I don't enjoy a good chat about shoes and perfume sometimes.
I was so shocked when I was 13 and my male friends started getting weird on me- and asking me out! What?!
Since then, I have to admit many of my male friends have told me they actually wanted more than friends- but are happy with being a friend than not having me in their lives at all....
Also, my best friend likes to joke he is so happy that I did not find 'that special spark' with him.
He would of missed out on the true love of his life- a terrific girl who adores him. In addition he says "You would of been my second ex-wife."
You see I am not good wife or girlfriend material- I am kinda like the male bad boy. The one that is out fishing for a trophy- and ends up sport fishing instead - finding the throw back ones.
In reference to my behaviour- it should be noted that I became a 'housewife' at just 17---and have spent years in that role- granted with 3 different men. At this point in my life- should 'my trophy love' come around I want to be free to 'fall crazy in love with him.' My list of requirements for this are simply far too long for any true mortal male to fulfill. So single I am---and free to come and go and do as I please!
My male friends are also kind enough to indulge me in my delusion that I don't need a man!
They also keep their mouths shut about it!
Yes, they help me- fix my house, let my haul junk -actually they haul junk for me in their trucks, lend a hand- and strenght-with gardening ideas and a host of other things.
My best friend and I share a love of scotch and cooking and spend most of our time talking about this- while he makes me dinner at his house- with his lovely 'wife' there!
I have another friend that has picked up the slack and saved my sorry ass and fixed up my house after I got royally screwed by a contractor that I thought was my friend. He also takes me out to the most glorious places-- spoils me rotten and understands that I am not available for a relationship of anything greater than friends.
Yes, I am lucky- and I adore all of them- and they do help me out-- like taking care of a poor little sister that needs help- but is too damn stubborn to admit it.
To you guys thanks- and you think I didn't know!