War of the sexes

Talking to a few of my friends at Salvatore's pizzeria 2 weeks ago brought me insights to how tough the dating game was, no matter what gender you are in our very sheltered society. And a very small one at that.

They say girls used to have it hard in this particular area. Every single ACS hunk in the catchment area has approximately 2.8 girls ( includes 2 timers) to every one of their rugby/soccer jocks.

Nevermind the astonishing number.

All these girls that we are talking about are exquisite. No fight at all, my gal pals groaned. They usually go about the likes of " My Dad's half japanese, vietnamnese and my mom is a quarter italian, quarter eskimo and half african." Nevermind my friend is a disappointing ( her words) pure chinese who speaks the 2 standard languages. Some of them even has brains included in the package with their knockers, long legs and fake tan.

In my friend's opinion, this makes them god.

Therefore, The Hunks, enter VJC via their CCA track records, and The Exquisites at their heels with their 2 pts.

And my friend has to sadly scour for the more sub-standard boys from Cat High, Victoria and St Patricks respectively.

when questioned whats wrong with the boys from other schools by my infuriated guy friends, she intoned sarcastically that they were all very well, just that every one of the fools she has dated besides the hunks from the quartet of boy schools as mentioned above has never read a book since pri5, forget her birthdays and more unforgivingly, inviting their guy pals during Valentines day for a round of arcade, with a follow up of pizza and soccer watching at said girlfriend's house.

As you can see now, my friend is hardly the "quiet", "demure", "shy" and " likes to read books at home besides the fire" kind of girl.

according to my soccer playing, T-shirt baring guy friends, all these are news to them. Never had to look for a girl, they boasted, they usually come aflock for them.

It is at this exact moment coversation came to an abrupt halt when my gal pal dumped her ice-cream on my guy fren and left the pizzeria huffing into the night.

Well. what can i say? sadly, i have to agree with my gal pal. What with me being a bleeding heart liberal (wannabe), I always had the fortune of my gay frens and gal pals to help me along the precarious road of romance and have yet had ice cream dumped on my noggin yet.

The feminist activists has clearly not made any leways into our machioist dating arena of girls that fling themselves at the foot of a hard, gleaming 6 foot soccer playing hunk when they should have rightfully cast a disdainful eye at them and turn on their stilettos while
muttering "thickhead" under their breaths as they all sld ala SJP in Sex & the City. And it gets even more unlikely what with the many clans of Ah Lians who type stuff like I luBb lUbB yOuXx Orhsz La0 GoNgx on their blogs and search the malls like a vulture for meat and settle for any kind of homosapian with a penis even if the guy is 19 and still trying to pass his PSLE.

However, I am not here to suck up to the enemy and backstab my lovely vulgar soccer playing gang of tit watching, beer drinking fools. but i have got a msg for u guys.

C'mon man. The girls are trying their damnest to look hot for us so isnt it reasonable we put on a clean pair of jocks, shave ourselves and wear something from Topman instead of that mud stained shirt and ripped century yr old jeans passed down from your mom's family? Its fair man. They raise their game for us and its only fair we do the same.

I mean, so you want to end up with with this wierd smelling 2 tonne girl who doesnt shave and hog up your soccer watching time on the telly while you watch in dismay at that chick whom u have a crush on with your best mate who has taken my advice and look like smth from a CK ad smooching the life out of her?

exactly.