This weekend, I went to a pre-South Carolina football party a friend of mine invited me to. This particular male and I have been acquaintances for more than a year, seeing each other mostly at social events and bars.
I didn't know a lot of people at the party, and I didn't want to feel like a crasher, so when I saw him I said hello, gave him a quick hug and said hi to his girl, who was by his side.
For me, this was totally acceptable behavior. The girl immediately went into bitchmode.
While I'm flattered that you--what with your adorable hair and big eyes and skinny jeans and long legs and amazingly gorgeous cool female friends and general hip trendyness, all of which I've always coveted, but never been able to make work for me--think I'm a threat to your man, I'm not.
It is possible to have male friends without wanting to seduce all of them (I think).
And I'm a pretty aggressive flirt. This is not my idea of flirting.
Furthermore, while my track record with dudes with girlfriends has not been stellar recently, it hasn't necessarily worked out well for me either, and I'm unlikely to follow that road again.
In her defense, she had been drinking, but it was clear she did. not. like. me.
Based solely on what I've gathered from the ever-reliable Facebook, he and his girlfriend have been having relationship problems as of late.
But I can understand why. That level of protective jealous clingyness is not attractive on anyone.
In that vein, this weekend I went to the South Carolina game with some male friends of mine.
One of them had one too many beers and barfed up all the chili and hotdogs and beer with which he had stuffed himself before the game. Ohhhh, the smell.
One of our crew decided to help him down the stairs, like a friend should do.
His girlfriend? Not pleased.
Because of the smell and the unsightly appearance now invading our section, she ended up sitting by herself a few rows up and a section over from our group.
I was nice and asked her to rejoin us while her man took care of our sick friend.
In her defense, she was from out of town and didn't know us, but if my (imaginary) boyfriend had to deal with this, I hope I would choose the supportive, laugh-it-off role, rather than the clingyness and dependence and annoyance this girl chose. It's college. This shit happens.
She decided isolate herself rather than make the best of a bad situation, making it more tense for everyone. (Since our friend's vomit splattered on a belligerent frat boy, the section was tense as it was.)
Seriously, women need to find a way to cope without boyfriends attached to their hip. A little hand-holding and PDA is acceptable, but a little independence can also be super hot.
And don't get hostile with me when I'm trying to be a nice person.
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