Most days, I love being a girl. I love frilly girl things like nail polish and big hair and dresses…. and boobs. Who doesn’t like boobs? Cleavage is a magical thing. But… if you haven’t figured out yet, I’m a bit of a dude sometimes too. I like being a grease monkey and playing in the dirt with my boys.
Originally this post was chock full of ways that being a girl is confusing. Especially when it comes to relationships.
And then… I hit CTRL-A and Deleted every last word.
Mostly because being a girl isn’t confusing. Being a human and interacting with other humans is confusing. Hiding your feelings for fear of rejection is confusing.{and dumb} Holding back the questions that you are afraid of the answers is confusing.{and silly} That’s life.
Instead, I opted for the true nature of this prompt.
If I were a boy:
- I’d write my name in the snow just because I could
- I’d relish in the lack of an emotional roller coaster
- I’d read a text or email without trying to figure out what it all means, seeing something in what WASN’T said
- I’d roll outta bed and throw on the first clean thing I found {oh wait – I mostly do that already}
- I’d learn how to fix cars and computers and stuff around the house so I could help my friends when needed.{wait – me again}
- I’d spend an entire weekend watching nothing but porn {um}
- I’d speak my mind without fear of being labeled a bitch {me again…}
- I’d burp loudly and then laugh with my friends about it {well….}
Maybe I am a dude in disguise…
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As a single parent it’s my responsibility to take care of the blue jobs. So I recently taught my daughter about dutch ovens. She nailed it on the first try! She calls it a ditch oven though. Perhaps more appropriate since it smelled like something dead in a ditch.
Well, you’re the sexiest dude I know. And your boobs are magnificent!
🙂
Traci