It's Not the Same Thing

I convinced ED to come with me over to my sisters house on Friday night to keep me company while she did my hair (what can I say? Tuition is due and she does a fab job for cheap!). I did my best to explain to him that it would be fun. He could laugh at how silly I look, have a drink or two, we'll listen to music and gossip - a great time will be had by all!

Friday night comes around and ED picks me up. We are getting a bite to eat before heading over and he says, "You know, everyone agrees with me that it is kind of bull that I am coming over with you tonight."

"Everyone? You took a pole? With all of the guys at the gym? Of course they are going to say that!"

"No, the girls there agreed too! Listen, it's like if I invited you over to my buddies house to watch me play video games."

"So not the same thing! First of all, IF I were ever stupid enough to get myself into your hypothetical situation, which I would not, I know I would be flat out ignored whereas you, my darling, will be fully engaged into our conversation."

"Lucky me..."

ED ended up coming with me and in-spite of his complaining, he had a good time. He politely excused himself mid-way into our girl talk of concerts, embarrassing moments and reality TV shows, to watch The Best of Will Farell DVD with my sisters boyfriend. He did manage to snap a photo of us though.
See? Don't we look like we are having fun?

I suppose that men and women are just different. We enjoy good conversation and taking care of ourselves while men enjoy... um... Will Farell?

Blogfully yours,

Summer