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“Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.”
-Wallace Stegner
There are very few things that cause contempt for the opposite sex the way a broken heart does. Christmas is around the corner and I have a few of my disillusioned girlfriends in town. Perhaps it is because we’re all straight out of relationships, but sadly, we spent the entire evening today listing the shortcomings of former lovers.
In the blink of an eye, the conversation shifted from pleasantries and catching up, to discussing how callous, unreliable, superficial, nasty and notoriously adulterous men can be. My girlfriends and I vowed to never let a man come between us. The reasoning behind this is that such a simple and mindless creature as a man should never be able to jeopardize the only form of relationship that is priceless – the friendship between two women.
Ironically, hours later, I found myself listening to a room of single men, discussing the treacherous female sex. “Girls do not want nice guys,” someone said, “They want the evil men who are unreliable.”
Every man in the room seemed to agree.
Someone else added, “Women say one thing and mean another, when all is said and done, they all preach a bunch of nonsense about equality but deep down, they dream about being chained between the bed and the kitchen sink.” Everyone laughed at this statement and another vow between friends was made – Bros Before Hoes. There is no chance that something as unreliable as a woman could come before a bond between two men, a bond that is deeper than friendship. Not a chance.
I figure that lost love makes people cynical and sexist. I mean, when we are on opposite sides of the fence, we seem to forget. We forget the notion of romantic love and its logical gaps.
Some day, and I know that this day is right around the corner: yours truly, or any one of my single friends (male & female) will infiltrate enemy camp, cross to the other side of the fence a.k.a find love. And when we do, I hope that love is what we’ll be up to.
Stay Fabulous 
/Flygirl
Oh that true embodiment of irrationality: love.
Where did I hear “Love is not a feeling, it’s an ability.” I think it was from some cheesy movie. My point is: like any ability, we have the option to not use it. We can say “I’m not gonna use this for the next year. I’m gonna concentrate on my other abilities.”
We (both men and women) forget that this doesn’t mean we have to go into hate-mode of the opposite sex or stop dating and/or stop having sex. It just means recognising that we actually do have control over where we want things to go. Love is a choice. We can simply choose … not to.
You go girl. I Like the analysis. If only we would quit the games and simply step into one another’s arms without fear of judgement. We’ve been taught too many things about love, how to act, expectations etc… we forget that love has everything in control, it doesn’t need us switching gears or manning the compass. Ps. I’m a romantic. I believe we all shall “infiltrate enemy camp” soon
Awesomeness Just. Enough said. Peace.