I’m friends with people I like spending time with, period. The fact that most of these people happen to be guys is completely out of my control. See guys are simple creatures, well, for the most part. If you’re lucky to run into the normal ones you can be sure to expect no drama, have a good time doing nothing of value and bond with fist pumps, bumps and cool ( read: silly to everyone else who isn’t you and totally embarrassing in public) handshakes. Being a guys’ girl comes with a lot of perks. If you don’t mind talking about cars, watching and arguing about sports, chugging beer and blending in to fit into the stereotypical male lifestyle, the ride is pretty fun. Don’t get me started on the overwhelming self-confidence that comes with the territory, like thinking you can just change a tyre with no prior skills whatsoever or maybe punch a giant😂… you know, guy stuff.
But then there are the not so good side effects of spending too much time around guys, especially to the girls that think bro-zone is a step closer to dating one of the guys. For one, you lose all or most of your female aspects to them. Forget that you bothered to dress up, made your face and all that, being one of the boys means that they see you as exactly that; one of the boys. Sometimes it can get to you when they don’t notice or just decide to overlook those efforts, worse if you happen to like one of them. You know that thing about bros before hos, female friends come after the hos. Sad, I know 😢.
Having to listen to bro-talk is by far the worst part of hanging around guys. If you only knew the type of things guys talk about in their “gangs” in those bachelor’s pads of theirs (I still think bachelor’s pad is too fancy for a bedsitter with this huge TV, gamepads, a four by six mattress on the floor, maybe a couch and a maximum of two cups but since I can’t think of another word…) So yeah, bro-talk, a short word for things they like, don’t like or find extremely disgusting or disturbing about girls. The fact that you’re present doesn’t change anything. With time you even find yourself contributing to these convos. SMH.
Also there is this thing about strangers making assumptions about you especially about your sexuality and hobbies. Guys also happen to be brutally honest, believe me you don’t want to hear their point of view. Too real. Good advice that works most of the time but still …too real.
Some guys will also want to use you to screen for potential girlfriends, or just for social acceptance if you’re cute enough, lol😂. To them you’re like a museum artifact on display, admire all they want but can’t touch. They’ll practice flirting with you, there’s not even a heads up of some sort to let you know they were just practicing (but then you did agree to the platonic terms and conditions so…) Your relationship with the other females in their lives is also complicated. Doesn’t matter whether you have a face for radio, or you’re in a serious relationship yourself or pose no threat of any kind, she’ll still hate you and if she doesn’t there must be something wrong with her. That’s just the way the world works.
Finally if you decide to date some other guy it becomes hard to ignore the fact that most (read all) men are generally gross creatures. You already know too much than you should, setting the bar too high for potential dates so much that any decent guy seems like a mythical being from the West. Unless you’re looking for a tall person to reach for things on your upper shelves, scare away creepy guys trying to approach you or beat up someone you don’t like for you, bro-zone is not a place you want to belong.