I have a confession to make. It’s nothing bad, just something I need to get off my chest, because I am sick of looking like the enemy.
I am a “guys’ girl.”
Always have been, too. I grew up mostly around boys, and while I did have girl friends in my childhood years, most of the time I was playing Super Smash Bros with a bunch of boys and making fun of them for losing to a girl. Sure, in middle school I experimented with makeup with my best friend, but then after her parents picked her up, I’d go down the street to play paintball with the guys. I really didn’t see anything weird about it. I’m here to tell you things like “a guy and girl friendship will never work,” or the friend-that-is-a-girl of a guy you’re talking to is an enemy and just wants his D are FALSE.
There’s a fraternity who I consider most of their members some of my best friends and I hang out with them almost daily. It’s a nice getaway from sorority world. Not that I don’t love my sisters, but it’s a nice vacation. They’re always down to drink, go to happy hour, or to the bar on a Monday night, and I don’t have to ever worry about being sent to standards. They come to me with their problems, whether it’s relationship, life, or just advice, and I do the same with them. If their fraternity had sweethearts, I would be one. As much shit as we give each other, even though we can be downright mean when we make fun of each other, I love hanging out with them, and vice versa.
I always find it funny when girls are threatened by guys’ girls. One of the guys was seriously talking to a girl, and one night while he and I were playing some casual beer pong, he mentioned that the girl was jealous of me. She said that I spend way too much time over at the house (I probably do, I’m surprised they haven’t started charging me rent) and that we were too close for a guy and a girl. We almost peed ourselves from laughing so hard. Sure, I’ve hooked up with one or two of their members, but the majority of them I see just as my brothers, and I roll my eyes when people think I’m hooking up with them. At this point, they even forget that I am actually a female.
One night, when they were throwing a party to celebrate the pledges initiation, I met one of the guys’ friends from home, and immediately wanted to hook up with him. I asked my friend to help me out by talking me up, but he told me that it was not going to work out and I should look elsewhere. Unfortunately, because all men are borderline mentally handicapped, he worded it somewhere along the lines of, “You’re not pretty enough for him,” which obviously led me to storm out of the party after telling him to fuck off. He followed me out asking what was wrong (like he didn’t already know. He had to ASK what was wrong. Like I said, mentally handicapped). When I burst out in tears, telling him that he hurt my feelings and blah blah blah, he apologized profusely, then said the words that define my relationship with not only him, but his whole fraternity:
“Yeah, I guess I forget sometimes you’re like, a girl, with like, girl feelings.”
So, you’re telling me that you, who have hooked up with him or have a very high chance of doing so, are jealous of me, the girl he forgets is actually a girl? With girl feelings?! Trust me, ladies. We are not the enemy. We are still sorority girls, and do girly things, and embrace girl power and all that. We are just friends with guys too; and actually just friends with them. My advice to you is to get to know us, and you’ll find we’re not as different as you might think. When it’s you, the guys, and the guys’ girl all hanging out together, don’t be afraid to strike up a conversation with her when the guys all get into a huge argument regarding whether Mike Tomlin actually interfered with Jacoby Jones’ kickoff return (which HE COMPLETELY DID THAT ON PURPOSE) and neither of you have anything to add. Chances are, you’ll really like each other. If you and boytoy are having issues, she is great to have on your side. She’ll know exactly what to say to him that makes him feel better about himself and subtly let him know that you were right.
I am a guys’ girl, and I approve this message.