GIRL TALK

Last Sunday, the Day of Our Lord, five buds took a trip to the beach: Id A, Produce Pete (representing the men) Fraulein, Anne Frank, and Girlkol (representing the women). I could make this post about how men and women do things differently but this is not 1992 and I am not on Premium Blend (Whatever happened to Tommy Davidson?) Despite the differences (grrrls bring blankets to the beach instead of towels and they don't go in the water but that is only sometimes) XX and XY have the talk in common. Allow me to explain.

Girl Talk started with the grrls talking about other grrrls and how friends sometimes aren't friends anymore and this fat girl was a really shitty friend and then some girl with big boobs did something. I'm not really sure. It gets kind of hard to follow. Also, there was a People magazine. Some couple had sex for 101 days straight. Mind-boggling. Anyway. We men (Id A and Produce Pete [it's weird when I refer to myself in the third person, isn't it?]) grew tired of all this Girl Talk. We swam. We frolicked in the water. The waves were totally gnarly.

This is a long set up. So, swimming inspired me to be more active at the beach instead of just lying on the girl-brought blanket. ProPe and I went for a walk. A really long walk. All the way down to the nude beach. All old dude and old dude balls. I felt like we stepped back in time before clothes were invented but umbrellas were (that's the order it happened in, right?). The grrls were totally talked about us so hardcore back in civilization. There's clearly plenty to talk about. ProPe and I lead such scandalous lives. We realize that we have walked like really far. So we decide to pause and stare at the ocean some. Then we walk back. Let me just say this hour and a half walk did not feel like it took and hour and a half. So we're walking back.

Then we start doing some Girl Talk, but a totally different kind of Girl Talk. It was like relationship Girl Talk. (ProPe and I are both single. Everyone already knew that. Let's play Never I Have I Ever again soon! I'm rambling.) We were both saying how this is like a really weird time in our lives. That sounds dramatic but it's true. Transitions aren't always easy especially when the transition is from childhood to adulthood, high school to college. So anyway, relationships are hard. It's hard to find one. It's hard to be in one. It's hard to stay in one. It's hard to make one work. It's hard because we are 18. It's hard because pretty soon everything is going to be different. It's hard.

I don't think at our age, at least our age in 2008, it's difficult to do a relationship right. And it's easy to do it wrong. There's more to talk about but for now this is all. For me, this is all goes back to that big question mark that far away at times but knocking on the door at others. I'm not gonna open those catalogs. Think of this post in whichever way you want. Girl Talk can be a good thing.

Completely Unrelated Thoughts:

-I have a new favorite place, it's called 3 AM.

-Whenever I shave my beard, I always feel naked. Like a piece of me is missing.