I love and hate crashing boys bonding. I'm not quite sure what it is as it seems to embrace the masculine and feminine part of my personality. There's the part of me that openly rolls its eyes when someone cracks a sexist joke (normally I would laugh along too - if it's funny). There's the part that comments on the outstandingly hot door bitch. Yes, it brings out my yin and yang.
I think it always depends on the men.
Years and years ago I went to a sporting event and happened to be the only female. Men attempted to shun Alpha for "ruining" the fun by bringing me and I kept my mouth shut apart from to comment on the general "look at those 32Cs" when I would chip in with a "C? C? Cant you recognise a good DD when you see it?" or "C? C? Can't you recognise a nipple on ribs with a good bra when you see it?"
I was appreciated by the end of the event if only for my talent at spotting "false advertising."
Any way, tonight was another story. Alpha and I had been invited to dinner followed by watching a match at a local bar. We knew other couples supposedly going so I happily scruffed down and got ready to pop over.
We walked in and there was this quiet silence when everyone realised that I was the only female... and none of the other women were there. Then EVERY male recounted a story of how his wife was either at home with the kids or would rather taser herself then come to dinner with "the lads." They then all looked at me like, so why the fuck are you here?
Luckily at least 3 of them were perfect gentlemen and made sure that I wasn't sat alone or ostracized or ignored. Like a good little girl I should say that as soon as dinner was over I did run so that they could enjoy drinking and shouting at the TV in peace.
Bless them.
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