Culture shock

I miss the days when…

1. I could go out and drink with 5 guy friends and no one would raise their eyebrows as to why I am the lone girl in a company of men who want to get drunk.

2. I could drive around the metropolis with Jovan – just the two of us –and no one would think we’re an item.

3. I could go to Jovan’s house, stay in his bedroom, play audio CDs while combing Zagu’s hair and let the other guys know about it without batting an eyelash.

4. I could smoke in the stairwell with Dan, Gerry and ‘Dipper guys with other officemates passing by just ignoring you.

5. When I could bump into Chief Carlo in Rockwell with Bobby and tell him we’re watching a movie without the fear that the Chief is thinking we’re on a date.

6. When I could go to Greenhills with Dan and Emer and feel that you’re one of the boys.

7. Girl officemates would see me with Bobby having dinner – just about everywhere – and not get snide remarks because of it.

8. People in the office shrugged off the thought that you’re comfortable with guy friends’ company and prefer them, too. It’s normal for some.

9. When guy friends know and understand that affection for them is not equal to lust.

10. When you can be affectionate with guy friends without them thinking that you want to sleep with them.

11. When people know that you can be JUST friends with men and it won’t go beyond it.

Perhaps I just miss the guys , that’s why I’m blogging this. At the same time, I feel so repressed when all of a sudden it’s such a capital sin to hang out with men friends. Much as I would rant about it – as they say – when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Too bad I’m too Greek.