Girls

Are funny creatures.

Although I am one of them, I don't really behave like a girl (well, a typical desi girl, hehehe).

I don't know if this is true of white, black, yellow, orange, purple and pink girls but tis definately true of the brown girls I have had the misfortune to know in the past. The white folk I know find it hard to understand how strange desi girls really are and that I only have one brown friend who is a girl.

Anyway, back to the matter at a hand, looking at it from a young G's perspective, desi girls are strange when it comes to guys.

Most of the time they cuss guys about how they try coming over to them and chatting them up and thus are very "Miss Independent" citing that they do not need guys to have a life, yet the SECOND a guy with money (aka his Dad's car) and "class" (he wears Rockport so he MUST have class as dem garmz ain't cheap) pays them attention, they are all over him like a rash and their territory has been marked (well, only if the guy likes being pissed on). From that time onwards, guys are the best thing since sliced bread, they can do no wrong, funny how fast these girls forget their modern day suffragette-isms, simply because they are getting some.

Then comes the time when the guy is pissed off with the constant phoning to see what he is doing, the constant need to ring and find out how he is every 5 minutes and the constant need to see him to make sure he isn't trying it on with another bird (because trust is only one way in a desi relationship you see, the guy MUST trust the girl, yet the girl can be as suspicious of the guy as she sees fit).

So the guy wants to break it off because she is too possessive (never! Where the hell did he get an idea like that from?!), the girl becomes either stone faced or totally loses all self respect for herself and begs him to stay with her, which he won't do because he is getting bare gash at nex manz yard, init geez. Anywho, guy ends it, girl is upset.

Girl is in depression for days and days as she thinks this was the real thing, when in reality she is more angry at the fact that he won't be spending his money on her and she won't be getting any either.

Guy however, is out fucking other women, girl sits at home and starts getting angry at what has happened to her.

Girl remembers that she is Miss Independent and once again goes on her suffragette missions and tells the world that she doesnae need a guy to validate her existence.

Then some fly boy passes her driving his dad's car, blasting some sik chooons from his standard stereo and we are back to stage one as described above.

What I don't understand is, if you are going to paint yourself as a man hater, then stick to that, every time I have gotten out of a bad relationship, the love for men has always been there (but maybe that's because I am easy and have no morals, unlike the girls in the story mentioned above), so I'm not lying to myself like these girls are. Tis funny how in this day and age, a fast car (which isn't even HIS) can get a girl's knickers off quicker than any concoction of words, actions or drinks.