Sometimes I really hate girls. It all started in about 2nd grade when Jenny Foreman (oh yeah I named you girl!) came up and punched me in the back of the head on the school bus. Punched me and hard. We all rode the bus, and since I was one of the last stops she did it right in front of everyone. At that time she was probably the tallest person in our class, so I wasn't going to mess with her. She humiliated me. I seethed in my seat.
It was only a lot later that I figured out that it was my friends who were messing around and said that I said she was "mean". Oooo I know, MEAN GIRLS!
I hate the girl magazine Cosmo. It makes girls insecure because they think they have to be like those people. They don't.
I hate girls when they think they're better than men and use the weaker sex card. Overplayed!
In sixth grade this same Jenny F asked me to cheat with her on a test. We weren't exactly slick back then so she slid my paper to the edge of the desk and let me copy my answers. Only I found out later that she changed them after I copied them all and I got every one wrong. I listened to her because she was still tough back then. Yeah yeah blah blah served me right blah.
In eigth grade I took Anna Banana (nickname) to the Spring Dance and she kissed another dude. Not cool. So I went and found Jenny instead and kissed her. She was my first real kiss.
Jenny and I dated for almost all through highschool. We broke up when we went to different uni's but we're still good friends. She's my advice mom on all my chicks.
Ok I admit it. I love girls!