I've always enjoyed the gents. I grew up rough-housing with big brothers. And when I was a wee thing I mostly preferred to play with little boys. I just enjoyed the way they played -- their physicality and their, I dunno, maleness. I've just always related to them easily.
I like the way dudes never hold bitchy little grudges. I like the way the things they say are the also the things they mean. I like how they are daring. I like how they handle things. I like how they spar and tease. I like how they can lift stuff that is heavy and how they sprawl out everywhere. I like their casual relationship with fashion and their terrible smells. I like dudes.
It seems that since I've been busily reproducing in the suburbs I spend zilch-o time with dudes who aren't my husband, my dog, or my usually pantless toddler. Not that these aren't dudes -- but I'm talking about, you know, buddies.
I thought right. Nobody has. It's all holding doors open and genuine concern for pregnant ladies. Not like I advocate konking pregnant ladies on the head and shouting at them by their last name -- "Swanson! You're gestating like a madwoman! You grow that fetus! Grow it!" Nah, that would be dangerous. Especially if you weren't fully armoured like in hockey.
I suppose I could have asked for a beer and gone outside to be with the guys but... but... but... I just sat inside with the other moms and looked forlornly out the window. They were nice moms, they really were. But at one point we had a conversation about which one of the Wiggles was "The Hot One."
I love women, I really do. I love the little grudges and how our emotions are basically random and how we flap our hands and ineffectively squeal when the cat drags something in or an engine needs starting. Okay, now I'm just being an arse cause really, I really do love women. If I didn't get to spend anytime with other women (real and virtual) I would be much crazier than I am. And too much time with only men is a fate I wouldn't wish on an enemy, never mind a friend. And I don't want to alienate my audience here -- I seriously doubt there are any dudes lurking around my mommy blog. BUT. Sometimes I feel like I spend enough time with other moms. Sometimes I feel like I spend more than enough time with other moms. Sometimes I dread how easily and inevitably the conversation is going to shift towards the bladder and bowel functions of one-year-olds.
And don't get me started on playing poker with women. Oh man. I have almost lost my mind trying to play poker with women. It looks fun on Desperate Housewives, what with the cocktails and the revelations about who murdered/slept with who. But the reality falls a little short -- women playing poker is like bad sketch comedy. They perpetually have to be reminded of the rules (dudes are embarrassed to ask after a certain point) and they can never remember whose turn it is. Someone always has to use the bathroom and they are terrified of losing "real" money -- by which I mean like, 10 bucks! So you have to play for pennies. And they're still scared to bet. Pennies! C'mon! Like I don't know how much your dropped on those LuLu Lemon pants!
(What's missing in this photo of women playing poker? Playing poker is what's missing.)
It's dudes I miss. Dudes make the best poker buddies. Dudes make engines go. Dudes like to just sit around with a beer, not worrying about anyone else's bowel systems, talking about what might work, and slapping their thighs laughing.
Last summer I called up a mom friend of mine to spend a sunny day hanging out at a local festival with our small kids. But she wasn't home. Her husband was home with the kids while she was at work. So after some initial awkwardness we decided to hang out together. We went out and about on the Ave. Why not, right?
I dunno. It felt funny to be hanging out with someone else's husband. And he was really tense.
We had a 4-year old, a 3.5 year old, a 1.5 year old, a .5 year old and I was expecting my number 3 in a couple of months. And wherever we went people assumed we were a very prolific couple with 5 under 4. I thought it was hilarious but he seemed to find it super humiliating. Maybe it's different for a guy. I don't know. We haven't hung out again without our respective spouses.
I suppose this could be a temporary thing. I mean at some point I won't be pulling my breasts out of my shirt every twenty minutes to nurture a wee boo anymore. It's things like that that makes dudes anxious, I can't help but to notice.
But sometimes I worry that this "the moms are in the kitchen and the dads are in the yard" style segregation isn't temporary.
Know what I mean, Jellybean?