I’m a girl!
Posted on | March 17, 2009 | Comments Off
Newsflash! Did you know this blog is written by a woman? Well, now you do. I recently submitted the blog to the blogher directory only to realize that I don’t really specify the fact that I’m an XX Chromosome in too many places on the blog!
So to prove to the cyber world that I do deserve to be in the Blogher Directory, I’d like to write about some girly things that I do:
1. I played with Barbie dolls when I was a little girl. ALOT. I played with American Girl dolls as well, and I have some rudimentary sewing skills that I rarely like to admit to.
2. I acted in a well known play called “The Vagina Monologues” when I was in College. I was the Angry Vagina. Men were very afraid of me that year. The next year I was the Stage Manager, and by the end of the show, I had it memorized. The next year I was the house manager, and that’s probably one of the best jobs in theater (provided your audience members aren’t insane). The last year, I co-directed with another girl. That was they year my mother finally came to see the play. I don’t think she liked it very much.
3. I wear high heels when I cold call. Sometimes if I’m talking to a man who really wants to hang up on me I get a little breathy. Just a little bit.
4. There’s this guy I’m dating. He’s kind of funny because he’s a very reserved sort of character who doesn’t talk about himself very much. It took us months to get beyond “Ask me again tomorrow” status (in my family, that means we don’t know where the relationship stands). And last week I finally figured out why that took so long.
See, I was jokingly telling him about a guy I had met a while back who had tried, with no success, to ask me a on date. This is how he tried to do it.
Dude: Miss Vapor Trail, I think you should go to the Chicago Independent Film Festival.
Miss Vapor Trail: . . . . .Okay. Any particular film I should see at this festival?
Dude: Uuuuuuuhhhhhh (fumbles with book) I hear that there’s this one that good . . . .
Miss Vapor Trail: (Stifling laughter) Yeah, sounds good. I’ll check it out.
Miss Vapor Trail’s friend who introduced her to dude: I don’t know this guy.
So fast forward to a year later, I’m sitting across the table from this guy I’m seeing, (let’s call him the man-panion) laughing at my story because my story’s really funny (to me) and he gets this sheepish look on his face, and then proceeds to tell me that he’s been equally as clueless at times.
This explains so much! Not just about him, but about guys in general! All those times I thought I had failed miserably at flirting can easily be explained with the fact that guys are CLUELESS! And while we know that there are guys who think that every little gesture is a flirtation, some guys are blissfully (or not so blissfully) unaware of subtle nuances that might go into our interactions. Or trying to keep things professional if you’re in the same industry. Some times guys are capable of restraint(!), which is good when, say, he comes down with a contagious form of food poisoning over New Years. (yeah, I don’t want that.)
I had seriously thought he hated me (but was still taking me to concerts and movies and out to dinner . . . .)
My friend A. has been thinking about writing a modern, more positive dating book, and this is definitely something that should be included. Sometimes guys are clueless: don’t take it personally.
My mom’s advance for clueless guys was very simple: Go to the jewelry store. Pick out something sparkly. Present at key moment.
The man-panion decided to go a more creative route and wrote me a 4-page poem with awesome lines including “Elbows honed like ninja blades.” After that I knew he didn’t hate me.
So if that bout of honestly girly chit-chat doesn’t prove my feminity to the world, I don’t know what will.
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