Boys

I love boys. For many reasons, but mostly because they aren’t girls. They tend to lack the drama and emotions that girls have, thus making friendships with guys somewhat easier. Of course I also don’t expect nearly as much from my guy friendships as I do my girl friendships. I don’t expect them to remember it’s my birthday or notice that I got my hair cut or complement me on an outfit. And despite my telling them a million times that a girl does not want to hear this, I am never surprised when they say “you look tired today.”

Because I have lower expectations from guys, it tends to catch me off guard when they do something nice or thoughtful all on their own accord. The first time this happened, one of the guys was dropping me off at my home. He insisted on waiting until I got inside before pulling away. I tried to tell him that it was 20 feet and well lit, but to this day, he still waits until I get inside the building before taking off.

It is important for every girl, especially single girls, to have at least one guy friend with a truck. I feel a little bit bad for him, because within our group of friends, there are two single girls. And we have both moved at least once. And anytime I need a truck for something, guess who I call. He’s pretty great about it though, always willing to lend his truck and his muscles. You gotta love the guys who are willing to help you out no matter how much it sucks, because as hard as I try, I cannot move a couch by myself.

One of my really good girlfriends got married a year or so ago. I’ve met her husband on several occasions, but it’s always been in big groups and we’re both quiet people so there hasn’t been a lot of chatting. I ended up driving to a Beaver game with them this season, which means multiple hours in the car and plenty of time to bond. After spending some quality time with my girl friend and her hubby in the car, I decided that he’s pretty great. What made him awesome however came at the end of the night. I had a table in the back of their car and after pulling up to my place, he immediately hops out to help me carry the table inside, with no prompting from his wife. Major kudos to the guy who automatically helps someone out.

Apparently I also love boys for their thoughtfulness. They don’t necessarily notice a hair cut or new shoes, but my guys step up when it matters. It might be saving me a seat at a function, carrying something heavy or making sure I get home safely. Sometimes I have to remind myself of their good traits, but at the end of the day, guys aren’t so bad.