In case it wasn't broken down for anyone before, the universal bylaws of "girl code" are being recorded at a rapid pace recently. I would venture to guess that if, as a human race, we can get this hammered out then world peace is on the way. Some to most guys out there may laugh, joke and mock at this matter. Let me lay a real life situation in your lap though...
You're at the epicenter of all female drama: the late night bar. A middle-aged man strikes conversation with a younger girl, briefly left alone by her friends. The conversation is likely to go absolutely nowhere, but continues on nevertheless. Moments later her best friend rejoins her. While Friend A already knows the obvious (middle-aged single man and almost too "well-dressed") she's already combing through all the possibilities of wine tastings and Oscar-hopeful movie dates in her mind. Friend B though immediately notices the shoes and knows a good thing when she sees it. So when the time comes for the bar to close, there they all are: Friend A, Friend B and Rupert Everett. I think we all know how this ends. Friend B naturally shells out her number first, while Friend A is left desperately trying to whore out her dreams of a Tony Awards Dinner Party, complete with interludes of throwback musical numbers.
All this is to say that if the asterisk was not already there before, gay boyfriends are to be treated in the same way as heterosexual boyfriends. It's #girlcode, girlfriends.
{Image via Miss Moss}
No comments:
Post a Comment