Every single female I know in person is testy right now. REALLY testy.
Except for Susie; I’ve known her for a few years now, and have never seen her grumpy. Only a little perturbed, but never testy. That’s amazing, when you think about it.
Anyway, this is unavoidable: I work with women, I’m in a band with four of them, and I live with two. My personality makes me the “guy women like to treat like one of their girlfriends”.
Many of them are currently engaged in a contest to see which one can bite my head off first.
Something in the water supply, maybe? I don’t know. But, if you know me, you know that I am quite understanding and patient about these things. But, usually, I’m dealing with one cranky person at a time. This feels more like a siege.
I think it’s time for a guy-blogger only camping trip. We need to talk about football and cars and hot women, and NOT talk about sex except in vague inuendos. We need a weekend of parallel play. We need to settle disagreements with fistfights instead of talking about our feelings, and once the fighting is over – no hard feelings, we’ll have a beer together and laugh about it all.
I need to be recharged in a bath of testosterone. Then I can go back to being my usual, “guy that women like to treat as one of their girlfriends”.
I mean no offense to my female friends, who are the majority of my readers, but I’m having a hard time coping with this right now; there’s no chance to come up for air between barrages of snippiness.
And interstingly, I don’t seem to have this problem in the virtual world.