Favorite conversations.

One of my goals for the new year was to be a happier person in general which has for some reason led me to be more reflective about life. I was reading Mindy's blog (hey family have you met Mindy? Mindy, family. Family, Mindy.) and she posted about working with a group comprised mostly of women. I got to thinking about the joy of dealing with women, and one thought led to another until I was remember the conversations I used to have with Jeff's friends that we used to hang out with on the weekends.

And I started to giggle.

A bit of background to this tale. Jeff and I hung out with a group of 4-5 guys and since he was the only one with a steady girlfriend, I was allowed to tag along. But because I was the only female in the group I sometimes had some unexpected roles to fulfill.

Like being a "wingma'am." I admit to assisting a few of the guys in getting phone numbers by pointing out their good qualities when needed to get a phone number, but I drew the line at facilitating bringing a girl home from the bars.

And I was called upon often to be the expert on all things 'woman.' However the conversation almost always went like this. . .

Boy: Katie, why did she do that?

Me: Because girls are just flat out crazy.

Boy: No really, why did she do that?

Me: Really? Because girls are crazy! Seriously you don't believe me? Let me explain it to you. That girl that called you to say that she was going to be out downtown with her friends? She wasn't really inviting you to meet up with them. I know you think she told you she was going out for that reason, but she wasn't. What she's doing is laying the groundwork to either
a - brush you off if she runs into you because she's 'with the girls'
b - setting you up to be her last chance hook up for the night.
That's really about it. Because if she really wanted to run into you, she would have told you what bar they were heading to and when they were planning to be there.

Boy: But that doesn't make sense. If she didn't want to see me why would she call?

Me: Didn't I just tell you? She may want to call you after, but don't expect anything. She's just a thrill seeker and she won't call you after this weekend. Couldn't you tell by the fact that she was wearing a miniskirt and ugg-ly boots out while its snowing?

Boy: I still don't understand.

Me: When are you going to learn that you aren't supposed to?

And I'm smiling to myself just thinking about all the lessons that I taught that started with the phrase "because girls are crazy." And I include myself in that rank. But I just want to say that while I explain to guys that girls are crazy, there is a fantastic path of thought that leads to most of the seemingly crazy logic that women have. I am fascinated by it, but I have given up trying to explain it to ANY man, because they don't appear to have the capacity to decipher most if it.