I Don't Do This... I Don't Do That
My cousin told me that one of his special friends told him that she doesn't date "church boys." I remember telling him that that was a cop-out because he wouldn't admit that he liked her & she wasn't going to put herself out there alone. But it made me laugh because I thought back to all the times my best friend and I promised ourselves that we were off categorized men...
There was the musician strike of '03
We were thirteen, and we had both been talking to drummers. They both ended, how I'm not quite sure but I definitely remember the conversation we had that we were "done with musicians" because they were cocky and nothing but trouble. Besides, too many girls wanted musicians and we were no groupies!
Then came the "thug" strike of '05
Our respective thugs came at different times in our lives, but we still reached the consensus simultaneously. I had an "accidental thug" you know, the one who kind of "falls" into trouble rather than goes looking for it. It didn't help that his brothers were determined to live their lives as hoodrats and provided a lot of the trouble that he fell into. Hers was a full-blown gang member. He lived in trouble, and thrived. Regardless of why or how much they got into, it still resulted in two teenage girls sitting by the phone, each waiting for her boo to tell her what trouble he had gotten into this time and how bad it was. Once we realized that that wasn't the kind of excitement we needed for a healthy life OR a healthy relationship, that was it for the thug life. That was a pact that we actually stuck to, now that I think about it.
What about the anti-athlete campaign of '06?
Let's just say, I had a crush and that crush crushed me. She had a ball player who "played" a little too much. Athletes were too much to deal with and we were done with them. They pretty much fit the criteria of the musician and we decided that they were best left alone.
Back to the musicians....
Of COURSE we couldn't deny ourselves sweet music forever, right? We both met some "nice" church boys who also happened to be very talented musicians... and lived in different states. So what do you get when you mix an 18-year-old male who has talent and good looks, is of a rare breed, and knows it? Played. Again. And so we swore ourselves off of musicians. Again. On top of that, we decided that "church boys" were out too, because they were just as cocky as everybody else!
The Athlete/Musician Mix of '08
My friend's campaign of not dealing with musicians didn't last long, and I reverted back to athleticism (go team!). Neither one of those relationships ended well. Each of us came to a point after that where we realized that maybe swearing off dudes categorically wasn't a very smart (or realistic) thing to do.
What is the point of this long, and somewhat depressing tale of a girl and her best friend who always seem to go through the same things at the same time? There is no possible way to tell who you're going to fall in "like" with, and if you so happen to meet someone who blows you away, it won't matter if they are a musician, athlete, church boy, singer, frat boy, nerd, or just the shy boy down the street. If you like them, you like them, no if ands or buts about it. True, it's smart to be safe about who you allow to get that close. But if they make the cut, your categorizing days are over. Fool yourself if you want to. We all know the truth!
There was the musician strike of '03
We were thirteen, and we had both been talking to drummers. They both ended, how I'm not quite sure but I definitely remember the conversation we had that we were "done with musicians" because they were cocky and nothing but trouble. Besides, too many girls wanted musicians and we were no groupies!
Then came the "thug" strike of '05
Our respective thugs came at different times in our lives, but we still reached the consensus simultaneously. I had an "accidental thug" you know, the one who kind of "falls" into trouble rather than goes looking for it. It didn't help that his brothers were determined to live their lives as hoodrats and provided a lot of the trouble that he fell into. Hers was a full-blown gang member. He lived in trouble, and thrived. Regardless of why or how much they got into, it still resulted in two teenage girls sitting by the phone, each waiting for her boo to tell her what trouble he had gotten into this time and how bad it was. Once we realized that that wasn't the kind of excitement we needed for a healthy life OR a healthy relationship, that was it for the thug life. That was a pact that we actually stuck to, now that I think about it.
What about the anti-athlete campaign of '06?
Let's just say, I had a crush and that crush crushed me. She had a ball player who "played" a little too much. Athletes were too much to deal with and we were done with them. They pretty much fit the criteria of the musician and we decided that they were best left alone.
Back to the musicians....
Of COURSE we couldn't deny ourselves sweet music forever, right? We both met some "nice" church boys who also happened to be very talented musicians... and lived in different states. So what do you get when you mix an 18-year-old male who has talent and good looks, is of a rare breed, and knows it? Played. Again. And so we swore ourselves off of musicians. Again. On top of that, we decided that "church boys" were out too, because they were just as cocky as everybody else!
The Athlete/Musician Mix of '08
My friend's campaign of not dealing with musicians didn't last long, and I reverted back to athleticism (go team!). Neither one of those relationships ended well. Each of us came to a point after that where we realized that maybe swearing off dudes categorically wasn't a very smart (or realistic) thing to do.
What is the point of this long, and somewhat depressing tale of a girl and her best friend who always seem to go through the same things at the same time? There is no possible way to tell who you're going to fall in "like" with, and if you so happen to meet someone who blows you away, it won't matter if they are a musician, athlete, church boy, singer, frat boy, nerd, or just the shy boy down the street. If you like them, you like them, no if ands or buts about it. True, it's smart to be safe about who you allow to get that close. But if they make the cut, your categorizing days are over. Fool yourself if you want to. We all know the truth!
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