I need a little more woman in my life. I’ve come to realization that, for the last few months, my life has been all man all the time here by the Bay. D, man friends visiting from out of town, my man roommate, dear coworkers, The News, and now my brother…I feel like it’s too much man here in the city.
Some would argue you can never have too much man, but when fart jokes are hilarious and you end every statement with, “that’s what she said…” – even completely random statements like, “I think I’ll go to the grocery store now.” – you start to see how this could be true.
Because here’s the thing about men, lovely though they are: they are not the same as women. At their best they are commanding, yet graceful, like giant cats. Comforting, satisfying, protecting in a way that women usually are not. At their worst they are rude, stern, sometimes awkward. They fumble around emotional moments, cheapen the beautiful, and roughen up your day in a way that can be messy and incredibly frustrating.
Women make things easy, smooth. They listen and really hear. They protect you from heartache, and sometimes from yourself. Women love wide and deep and encompassingly, in a way that I’ve never yet known a man to do. Yet.
I miss my real friends. My woman friends. My sisters, my soul mates, my partners in crime, the keepers of my life’s memories and experiences. My best friend lives 5,350 miles away (yes LP, I google mapped you) and the rest of the KDs are scattered all over the world. I miss them, and sometimes man friends just won’t do. Even when they’re at their best, as most of the men in my life are 99 percent of the time.
Today’s experience: typing to the sound of paint rollers. The News has moved out of our house and out of my life, and his replacement is a lovely new roommate. Who is a woman. One who is painting The News’s former room two brilliant shades of pink.
The News, for all of his good qualities, is also just a man. One who is selfish, and who doesn’t listen, and who is only interested as long as things go his way.
New Roommate is fantastic, and soon, we’re going to plan a dinner party together. One where we will talk, over wine, about things that are of interest to everyone, and we will listen to each other, and we will really hear, and we probably won’t tell any fart jokes either. It will be the start of a beautiful friendship, even when things don’t always go our way, and I think right now that sounds just perfect.