Being Man-ly

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A friend of mine got so fed up with her live – in boyfriend, that she gave up and start behaving like him.

If you can’t beat him, join him at his own game.

Apparently she says, being non analytical and aloof about the whole ‘thing’ really did make him uncomfortable. She has succeeded in making him feel so inadequate, that in that relationship of theirs, he is now officially, the emotional woman and she is the jerk.

I listened to her with much interest. The conversation took place over coffee at Pelangi. It was my Tai – tai day. Before that we went to Puteri Pacific for Dim Sum hi – tea.

According to her, she enjoys it so much, that she decided that she will keep on being that jerk until she really wants to stop. She wants to prolong her boyfriend’s suffering longer, so that she would know how suffocating it is for a woman trying to figure out what goes on in that hollow head of his.

The both of us have gone through a lot in life, especially where men are concerned. We have had it up to our heads. I have had it up to mine with my previous ‘relationship’. I have eversince decided to give it a rest. I changed my life, my appearances, my philosophy (Yada yada), my friends, my approach towards all things male.

However, I am still struggling trying to handle my frustration and all. The ex did call, only to make things worst by reminding me about it. He wants to stay as friends, on a basis that we have gone through a lot together. I want to forget him, on the basis that I have gone through a lot with him.

But I am taking it all in my stride, like a man would. I don’t talk about it, I have become nonchalant about a lot of things, I have become insensitive as well.

Just like a man.

This could be good, or bad.

Being all this with Phil does make him uncomfortable to a certain extent. Although we have a no strings attached kind of ‘thing’, whenever we are together on those RARE weekends that he would be around, he would always snuggle up to me, reminding me that he will be there for me, whether I like it or not. I would be indifferent.

I don’t expect much nowadays. What will happen, will happen, I don’t give a frikkin’ damn about it.

I am so man… in short.

On a good note, my indifference to these things does give me the chance to prioritize my life. My photography, my reading, my shoes, you know, things like that. In a weird twist of events, it made me realize what is more important.

And it is definitely not sex.