For those of you who know me, you'll know that recently I've been on a man hating trip. A few weeks a go a friend (yes male) of mine that asked me if there was a particular reason why I hate men so much and so often. This got me to really thinking about it. There is no legitimate reason for me to go on my man hating days as often as I do. I really don't know why I have so many days where men drive me absolutely crazy!!! Could it be that I work with too many men? Maybe. Could it be that I'm just a little bit bitter about the fact that I haven't been on a date in over a year? Possibly. Could it be that most of my single friends are now married and having kids? Maybe.
Even though I am often a man hater, men sometimes have their moments when I don't hate them so much. Last week, a guy that I work with willingly looked at my car (for free) because I was worried there was a problem with it. What a nice guy. Yesterday, I was sitting in stake conference next to a perfect stranger and I'm still getting over a cold so I was sniffling a little. Stranger boy gets up and a few minutes later comes back and hands me a tissue. Afterwards, he just disappeared. I'll probably never see him again but what a nice guy. Today, I went out to eat dinner at Texas Roadhouse by myself and my server was a shameless flirt. It made me feel really good about about myself because I was having a downer kind of night.
I know I've said this before but I'll say it again: I've got the best boss ever. He teases me to no end and makes fun of me in front of everyone. But that's just how we interact. Of course if I didn't make it so easy for him to tease me he wouldn't do it so often...he says that the only reason he teases me so is because I like it and the attention. Maybe it's true. Maybe it's not.
Bottom line: I really don't hate men. Even though I often say that I do.