funny things….

…about me. I guess I’ve always realized this, but it was brought to light the other day. 

I’m NOT a girly-girl. (I know you all are laughing hysterically right now, but contain yourselves, please.)  :)    

I’m not girly in a lot of ways that other girls are. I’m a “guys’ girl”- always have been, and I hasten to say I probably always will be. I’ve always had more guy friends than girl friends, but my girl friends are OH SO SPECIAL, and our relationships are so meaningful and deep. I like a lot more things that guys like than girls like and a lot fewer things that girls are supposed to like. I guess I could throw in a Sociology lesson here from last semester, but I will not. That would take all the fun away. 

S said something the other day that made me stop and think, and I found myself wandering off in thought later that night, thinking, “he’s right!” So here it is:
- I really, REALLY like fast cars. I like to drive fast in them, and I rarely trust the skills of the driver in comparison to mine (S’ company notwithstanding).
- I like very curvy roads. I feel like I could keep up a conversation about cars and which ones which are and WHY they are the way they are- now when it gets down to CCs and horsepower and torque and blahblahblah, I’m lost. (I say this because at dinner the other night, S’ daddy said he was impressed that I knew what an M3 was.)
- I looooove motorcycles. S turned his on the other day and I was breathing in the exhaust- heck yeah, it smells good!!! I love being on them (on the back, anyway), I love all the lingo that goes along with riding, I love hearing them, I love watching them, love them love them love them. 
- I REALLY like a good steak. Rare, please- and still bleeding would be a treat.
- I love loud music- sunroof back, windows down, tunes cranked to as high as I can stand it. Oh, yes. (Although at the same time I love loud music and the crazy stuff we listen to sometimes, if I’m by myself sometimes I like to have the ballads and softer stuff playing for awhile- it just depends!)
- I love sports and have always excelled at them (not bragging, just saying how very competitive I am). I LOVE soccer, football, beach volleyball, gymnastics, swimming (not doing it, mind you!) and I’m actually getting into basketball. (Huge gasp from the peanut galleries, I know.) I guess I never gave it a chance b/c I didn’t think I liked it- it’s actually better than I thought. Kudos to S for bringing me to a game- I hope it’s not the last one you take me to!
- I think there are appropriate situations to let out a vile word or two- nothing sacreligious, just…pointed.  :)  Like a few rows ahead of here…I wanted to say something other than “heck yeah”.  HA!  :)
- Nothing like a good beer and some pizza. Good, cold beer. Rarely will you see me drinking one of those fancy, uppity, “girly” drinks. 
- I never want to pay for a manicure- pedicure, yes, b/c darn it, those things are just hard to reach sometimes. Fingernails, I can do and don’t need the treatments and the fake nails and the acrylics and the blahblahblah. Bylech.
- I love purses and shoes, but lately it’s just been shoes. You can only have so many brown and black and printed purses, then the novelty sort of wears off. But shoes….oh. Now, there, I am a TOTAL girl. Jewelry…not so much. A few great necklaces , some really nice earrings and a ring. I’m done. 
- I don’t get offended easily- say whatever you want. Better to be honest and go ahead and deal with it if it’s something that needs to be dealt with than harbor it and squash it only to have it come up in some conversation way down the road at an inappropriate time. Bring it up, talk about it, fight about it, be done with it. 

In the same ways that I’m very much not a girl, there are some things that are just intended to be girly. Having S open doors for me (church, car, home, restaurant, etc.) is just fantastic. It makes me feel so special and loved. Wait. Let’s just leave it at special.  :) All the “girly” things surrounding a relationship that really are special and really do mean something, the things that make the other person feel appreciated and giddy and like they’re the only person in the world to you- aaaaaall that stuff….the hand-holding, the surprise of flowers on a…Tuesday, being sweet and letting down the guards we put up to be vulnerable and open with the other person, kissing and not caring who sees, getting all caught up in the other person. Undeniably, one of my favorite things is to be wrapped up in his arms, staring up at him while he looks down at me and makes me feel incredibly safe, protected and cared for. 

Then, of course, we get in the car and take off w/Nickelback blaring, flying down the roads at Mach 1 and taking curves at breakneck speed…both of us grinning and laughing the whole way there. Ain’t love- I mean, life- great?