I have a general concern for those of us who end up being separated from our significant other for a period of time: people will flock to you like vultures around chum.
In the past year and a half I realized that I only had a few men in my life: my dad, brother, boyfriend, and friend from my childhood. As soon as my boyfriend went to Europe, of course I gushed on Facebook so that my friends could see. However, I attracted an interesting proportion of guys I used to fool around with/date/love … whatever.
Of course I am not up for being a bitch to these guys who just didn’t make it with me for the long haul, so I agreed to hang out with a few of them. Oddly enough, 90% of them have girlfriends which makes me wonder how honest their relationships are. If my boyfriend was hanging around a girl he used to bone, I’d be like “get your shit together boy.”
In the past 3 weeks I have had a party where multiple men only showed up; one girl friend and me were the female minority. I met a man in my apartment building who must have known my weakness for PBR and good conversation. A guy I used to chill with drove from New Jersey 3 times in 1 week just to go out to dinner with me and my best girl friend…and then he would drive back after drinking. Another guy rode his bike 45 blocks drunk just to hang out on my front step for 2 hours when I was sad. And to top it all off, when I got wasted with my best guy friend, he told me how him and his father agree he should have proposed to me by now…He said this while I was puking up Absolut Citron shots by the way.
Some may say “just stop hanging out with them,” but why can’t I be friends with the men in my life? I feel like everyone around me can have successful friendships with guys they made mistakes with. It is a baffling subject that has made me feel awkward, kind of taken advantage of because of my vulnerability with my boyfriend being out of the country, and amusing because as hard as they try, I will NEVER cheat.
Guess the joke is on them, huh?
~G.I.
Philadelphia, PA
