I am not a girly girl. There are some aspects to my personality that are decidedly feminine. I love makeup and fashion. I watch HGTV all the time. I still get giggly and play with my hair when I’m flirting with some dude.
But then, I’m a sports fanatic. I know more about baseball than most men – not just trivia but strategy. I was 4th overall in points in my fantasy football league this season. One of the top 3 moments in my life is being on the 18th green when Tiger Woods came back to win the Memorial Tournament in Dublin, Ohio. My dream job is General Manager of a baseball or football team. (Mike Brown, did you hear that?).
I hate chick flicks. I would rather poke myself in the eye for 90 minutes than watch The Notebook. If I can sit still long enough to watch a movie, it better have sophomoric humor, car chases, and/or guns. Pineapple Express, thy name is Trifecta of Awesome.
I have zero desire to get in touch with my feelings. In fact, the further I can push them to the back of my brain, the better. I’m a commitment-phobe to what is probably a disturbing degree. I have had essentially one boyfriend, and it lasted about 4 months, tops. My only long-term relationship has been with Verizon Wireless (12 years, going strong!). While I expect to eventually get married, I imagine it will be more of a “hey, let’s get married.” “Okay, is the courthouse open?” And, we’re married. And maybe I’ll tell people at some point. But I don’t want a diamond and I don’t want a dress. A honeymoon would be nice, though. And I ain’t gonna tell you about that, either.
It’s not easy being such a dude of a girl. For some reason, guys are not always excited about girls who win arguments about sports. Girls don’t trust me – I guess they see me as enemy territory. Like I will lure away their men with my arguments for changing NCAA football to a playoff system. I don’t dislike girly girls. I just don’t get them. I don’t get being mad at a guy who doesn’t like me. I don’t get caring what someone says about my body. I don’t get wanting to watch a movie knowing it will make me cry for 6 hours. I don’t get how a vampire and a brat makes for a fairy tale. I don’t get giving a shit over Valentine’s Day.
But still. I enjoy being a girl.