Spinster

Why is it that when you meet someone you could maybe possibly like if you got to know them a bit more, they think pretty much the opposite of you? And why is it that when you meet someone you don’t like all that much, they think that you are fabulous and wonderful?

I hate dating. Or maybe I hate being single, since “dating” is not a word one would apply to the current situation. Or maybe I hate being young. Contrary to what we’re led to believe, it sucks.

Oh, and? My own mother thinks I’m a whore. She told me to stop making out with boys! I finally found something I’m good at, and now she wants me to stop? That’s like asking me to stop breathing. It ain’t gonna happen, mom.

EDIT I’m sorry, I know that I posted this last night, but I was thinking about what my mom said as I was walking to work this morning and I wanted to make a point.  I honestly cannot believe that, in 2006, I am being told to not kiss boys.  It’s not as if I’m having casual, or any, sex, with these guys; all I’m doing is kissing them.  Usually, it’s not even horizontal kissing.  And I’m being given a guilt trip about it?

I can sort of see her point: after hooking up with a boy, I do tend to wonder if there’s anything behind it, and when it turns out that there isn’t (as it usually does), I get upset.  But it’s not like, upset upset.  It’s more the blow of rejection, which hurts no matter where it comes from.  And truthfully, I would rather make out with someone and eventually be rejected by them than not kiss them at all.  Why?  Because kissing is fun and it’s usually harmless.  Also, I want to test drive the car before I buy it.  If a guy can’t even kiss well, why would I want to spend any more time with him?  Anyway, if my mother is merely concerned about my well-being, that’s fine, and I’ll allow her that with no more said on the subject.

But if she’s concerned about my moral looseness or something similar, I’m going to have to call bullshit on it.  This isn’t parochial school (though really, weren’t the biggest whores you knew in high school Catholic school girls?) and it’s not the 1800s; we don’t have to keep three feet on the floor at all times when in a room with a boy, and we don’t have to wear letters on our chests to proclaim our infidelity.  There can’t still be some sort of crazy double standard about what girls do and what boys do and what those actions say about the genders’ characters.  And certainly not over kissing!

Ok.  That’s all.  End rant.