Last night I met up with high school classmates. I was the only girl when O and I arrived. I didn’t mind. I rather like male topics.
Then 30 minutes later the other girls arrived. But I didn’t transfer to their side of the table. The conversation on our side of the table was going full swing with a recently retired army Lt. col recounting his war stories. It was very interesting. I have a soft spot for soldiers.
So there they were; my classmates including O, talking about guns and cannons and grenades and tiptoeing around politicians. I didn’t know how the conversation tapered off but the group splintered into smaller groups and I turned my attention to another set of classmates talking motorcycles. I looked over to the girls. They didn’t look very animated. Somehow there was no desire to join them.
It was close to midnight by then and so I looked at O and made signs to leave. I went to the other table to say goodbye where they asked me to stay a few more minutes. They were talking about my best friend and why she was still single. Well, I had to stay and listen. Boy, were their conjectures way off mark. I wanted to tell them the truth but best friend made me promise to keep her status a secret. So i listened while they debated why pretty, successful and intelligent women are still single.
It was kind of interesting actually, listening to them boys talking about that. It reminded me of university when we would debate principles, throw around ideas and just generally have the kind of talk when one is tipsy and feeling philosophical. The goodbye extended another hour and it was close to 1 when I finally extricated myself from the conversation.
I looked over at the girls. I wonder if they thought it weird that I was with the boys. I don’t really care. I was able to drop in on one of their conversations and talking about religiosity and how one of the husbands was sweet and funny kind of bored me. I can talk religion only if it is debated or analyzed and not when it is praised or experienced. Suffice it to say that I am not a fan of organized religion and it’s many dos and don’ts.
I thought back to what classmate Ors mentioned several years back. I’d like to take it as a compliment. He said I was a man in a woman’s body. And I quite agree.