The Sisterhood
1 Dec
Friday night. SG waits impatiently at the bus stop for her two girlfriends, ALS and FF, for a much-anticipated night of boy-story-sharing.
Three hours later, the Sisterhood was born. After a lengthy discussion of DEB, CHB (who my girlfriends call “Model” because he is absolutely gorgeous), and UC, we decided that we had revealed enough to each other that we needed to “bond 4 lyfe.” Since males can be “brothas in the hood,” it only made sense for us to be sisters.
ALS: How could you have been staring at DEB during the formal when you were there with the hottest date ever? He’s a MODEL.
Me: Uh.. I don’t know? There was just no chemistry between CHB and I, you know?
FF: But oh my god, have you not seen Model? He is gorgeous!
ALS: Exactly! How could you not have chemistry with a man that good looking? I could just… *gestures something about eating him up*
FF: Ok, why don’t you take some of ALS‘ hormones, since you obviously have none, and retire your penis for a couple days…
Me: Hey! I don’t have a penis! Just because I’m not raging with estrogen…
Meanwhile, ALS is still going on about how he looks good enough to eat.
FF: Plus he drives a BMW! And a Porsche! Who cares about dreamy eyes when you’re with a man who owns a Porsche at the age of 20?
At this point, I throw my hands in the air in exasperation and let them go on about CHB‘s deity-like qualities for another half hour.
When I finally convinced them that I was absolutely not interested in CHB, I was soon listening to ALS talk about her RAK, then FF about her guilty attraction to YFC while finding her boyfriend, who she’s been dating since the start of university, less and less interesting.
A few days later, I told the Sisterhood about an awkward post-kiss encounter with UC, after which, ALS told me RAK also did something retarded. “Isn’t it weird,” she said, “that on Friday we were all excited about new boys and it’s Monday and we’ve gone and lost them. We should write a new book: “How to Lose a Guy in 3 Days”.” How right she is. Actually, one day is all it takes for me, but then again, I’ve had lots of practice.
More importantly, I’ve realized that with new boys, weekends can be fatal. So next time, I’ll just have to remember to make out with boys on Monday, not Friday. Monday!
Hey – I don’t know if you even remember me, but I used to read your blog quite regularly for a long time. I went on this crazy unintentional hiatus, which was just life reprioritizing everything for me. Yours is the last comment that I received, asking me whether I dropped off the face of the planet or something :P
But, I rediscovered my blog, and was totally surprised it was still sitting here waiting for me. So anyways, I just thought I’d announce my return, and hopefully I can follow along with your blog again – so many things must have changed since I disappeared!
As for your boy troubles, I have kind of a similar story I wish I could share with you (maybe I will sometime :P), but the parties involved are very tech savvy and the last thing we need to do is rehash everything. It is nice to have girl friends though that you can rave and complain to when you need it. And the mixed messages from UC? I don’t know the whole story, but that just doesn’t sound cool at all!
Hope to catch up with you soon, SG!