Showing posts with label are you a girl's girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label are you a girl's girl. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Are you a girl's-girl (or a guy's-guy)?

So I stopped writing about The Bachelor because no one really seemed into it (guess I didn't give you guys enough credit!), but I'm going to reference it one more time because it relates to a topic I want to address. As most of you probably know, Jake picked Vienna--the most unliked girl in the house. Tenley's bubble gum sweet personality totally grated on my nerves, so I'm OK with his choice, but there's something about a woman who isn't a girl's-girl that I don't particularly trust.

I hate how these types of girls tell themselves that the reason other girls don't like them is because they are jealous--that's what Vienna's family said to Jake when the issue came up. Please. No one is jealous of you or your stankass weave, Vienna. I know a girl whose mom I'm pretty certain reassures her on a daily basis that everyone is envious of her. I guess it never occured to her that she is friendless because she's um...boring. And socially inept.

Some women are just a little awkward around other females, or get along better with men for whatever reason, and that's fine. I'm not lumping everyone into the Vienna category. However, I'm a total girl's-girl. So much in fact, that one of my must-haves for a guy I'm dating has always been that he's a guy's-guy. (It's like right up there with how he treats his mom.) There's just something sexy about it.

A lot of times when I'm out with my boyfriend and his friends, I'll go home early and he'll carry on partying with the boys. Some of my friends don't understand why it doesn't bother me when he does that, but honestly it would be weird to me if he didn't want to. Have you seen the movie I Love You Man? Lord, I'd hate to be one of those brides who had like ten bridesmaids, while my soon-to-be husband had to ask third cousins and guys he hadn't talked to in over a year to be groomsmen. Awk-ward. An.y.way.

Tell me: Are you a girl's-girl, or a guy's-guy? If not, does it bother you?